Well Well Well, here we are again.
As promised, I mentioned something in my "changing families" section of my last post, and well, I do have some news to share.
I'm going to be a mom.
Not like a cat mom, but like a real human mother with a real human baby.
So, yeah, back in September, I had started to feel like absolute shit. I lost all my energy and was just dead every day. It was a real problem. I had speculated what could be the cause but didn't want to think about the possibilities too much until I had a chance to talk to a Doctor (with my new health insurance thanks to my job!). Fast forward to the 25th when I had my appointment and I got my answer. I was telling the doc about family history and a few other things, and mentioned PCOS and how I also missed a period, and knew that could mean a handful of things. She left to tell the lab techs to test that and came back and kept talking with me. She went to check on the results and brought me back a stick being held by tissue paper. She held it up to my face and was smiling. I couldn't see anything (didn't have my glasses) and I didn't know how to read it anyway, so I was confused. I asked what it meant. She said "Congratulations."
"Oh thank god."
That's all I could say. I had be ready for news like that for a long time, and it was a huge relief to hear. Now it meant that I had a lot of work and preparation to do over the next few months.
First stop was telling my husband (my editor). He was a little shaken up at first, but quickly came around. Now he's been the absolute best to me in ways that I cannot thank him enough for. Seriously he's taken such good care of me and has been by my side this whole time. He's just as eager as I am during each appointment, and we both look forward to being parents.
Now, I probably wont keep going on and on about how each month has been in terms of the baby's development, I might give some updates as things go but for the most part, this is where the happy posts end.
I have so much to complain about regarding society and how they treat pregnancy and I am full of much rage. (my friends and family have all heard these rants and also have been wonderful to me and are exempt from my rage). There are also so many things that are happening to me that no one ever warned me of. Like, how I can't even brush my teeth without vomiting. WHY IS THIS A THING. It's inconvenient and just the worst way to start your day. 0/10
Before I go on to my big rants (probably in other posts), I will say that I'm doing much better now than I was in the beginning. I'm about halfway through and my baby is doing well as well (according to the doc). I don't know what they are going to be like or who they are going to be, but that's the part I'm most eager to find out as time goes. I feel like people put way too many expectations on their kids from the moment they are conceived and I don't want any of that. My only expectations for them are to stay alive, and also to hopefully be healthy. everything outside of that, we'll figure that out along the way.
Alright, that's enough for now. Also respect my privacy and keep this off of FB. (I'm going to share it to it, but don't post about it or tag me in baby stuff. if you want to talk to me about stuff, just message me. I'd love to rant.)
