…Hello 2017 – 1 week to go!

Well, hello 2017! Yes, I know it’s been a week since we started 2017, but I have been a)tired and b)busy because we have some big plans for 2017 and only a week until our baby comes. This is basically our (short) list of resolutions for 2017:

All we really want is a healthy, happy baby and an easy delivery!

That’s it! That is our one and only wish for 2017 because I think that the rest is just background music and hopefully it will be some calm and not-too-loud background music – new parents will know where I am going with this one. Naturally we want to be able to tick lots more things in 2017, but truth be told, by comparison to having a kid, everything else tends to fade. Obviously we did not go out much in the last week and therefore we have no new photos, but that is mainly due to that fact that lately I have been feeling very pregnant and lazy, but that is something that I will discuss in one last pregnancy-post next week as I really want to get as close to the finish line as possible to give you the best insight on the ninth month of pregnancy.

Yes, this time next week we will be holding our baby, if everything goes according to plan – and it has to! Well, actually, this time next week I will probably be in post-op while D will probably fall in love with another girl (aside from me) throughout a big window in the maternity. Yes, I have opted for a c-section because of some complications that might occur as well as because of the weather. Speaking of the weather, remember when I said that I really wanted to do a snow photoshoot this winter? Well it has only started to snow last night and now everything is white and perfect, but I do not have the energy in me to actually go out and take pics, so, unless this snow-y heaven lasts until February, we will probably have to tick that wish off our list in 2018.

A bit about the featured pic… That is exactly how we spent the night between 2016 and 2017 – Kids champagne and Netflix! And I have to tell you that it wasn’t as bad as it sounds, in fact it was actually lovely taking into consideration the fact that this was our first last New Year’s Eve spent in two – three if you take into consideration our dog. We also have big and quiet plans for this last weekend in two as we are well aware that for the next 18 years we will not have one single peaceful moment, so no posting throughout the weekend. I will, however post a list of things to-do before going to the hospital, as well as a detailed description of what the last month of pregnancy felt like before we will go on a bit of a vacation from writing as I have a feeling that between smelly diapers and puke we will have little to no time to actually put together blog materials. I do plan to keep you updated on everything but that literally means very short posts with little to none photos – just short updates to keep you interested.


How we found out…

As said previously, we don’t really want this blog to turn into a pregnancy blog, but for my purpose only, I’d like to write down a few things about pregnancy throughout this amazing period in our lives. The first thing that I’d like to point out is that each pregnancy is different and my experience may be very different from yours so no judgement please…

The first five weeks of pregnancy we had no idea it actually existed as I had absolutely no symptoms except for a bit of constant bloating in my stomach which actually made me be more obsessed with my abs and therefore I ended up eating less than usual despite the fact that my body was craving for the most obnoxious things (chocolate and pretzels). I do have to be honest and recall two specific incidents, one during the night and another during the day, where I honestly thought that I suffered from ovarian cancer. Why? Well, never in my life, had I experienced any period pain or ovary pain, well not to the point where it actually bothered me much. But one night, at 3 a.m. I woke up because of a terrific pain in my lower right side, right where my right ovary is. I have never ever experienced such pain in my life and I honestly thought for about 10  minutes that I was going to die. Make no mistake, I didn’t think for a second that I should wake D up. 10 minutes later I was happily asleep next to him as the pain went away completely.

The next morning I decided to ignore the incident, but I promised myself that if it ever occurred again I’ll immediately make an appointment to my referred ob/gyn doctor. I say referred, because we have been trying for a baby for almost a year so I decided to look for someone specialised in these matters as opposed to my very good doctor that is specialised in something else. For the next week there was no more pain and I had almost forgot about the night incident, but boy was I sleepy. I mean, yes, I did use to wake up at 5:20 every morning, but never ever have I felt as sleepy as during that period. Remember that by this point we had no idea that a baby was baking inside me. I was sleepy to the point where I fell asleep while waiting at a stop light and I was woken up by a lot of angry honks around me. Thant’s when I decided that I definitely needed a change in my schedule, and I did that the very next day. With my new work-from-home schedule, I managed to get at least 12 hours of sleep every day, and I still needed more.

Then, the second episode of excruciating pain came. I remember it was during the day, and I was reading something on the internet when it hit me, hard and for another 10 minutes I couldn’t move much. That was the moment when I decided to not be a pussy and call my doctor, set up an appointment and take whatever this was head-first. The truth is, I was convinced that this was the sort of pain that ends up in a life changing result: either cancer or some other disease (I was 90% sure that it was that) or a baby (for some reason, I didn’t really think it was a baby involved). This just goes to prove that not all women feel when they are pregnant as it didn’t even cross my mind to do a pregnancy test at home. This only occurred to me when the doctor asked me prior to my ultrasound. Yes, I had absolutely no morning sickness, no sensitivity to any food or smell, nothing. Only a constantly bloated stomach which really bugged the hell out of me and I felt sleepier than I’ve ever felt before.

So here we were, at the doctors’, and I realised then and there that my period was a week late. For some reason that was the month when I hadn’t paid any attention to my calendar, it completely skipped my mind. I then realised that if I was late, then for sure I must have some life threatening disease. I have no idea why my mind was operating in such an idiotic manner and why it did not take into consideration the fact that this might just be the begging of the best period of my life. So there I was, ready to have my ultrasound that I, at the time, was sure that will reveal cancer, and the doctor started congratulating me an D and telling us that we are the proud parents of a five week bundle of joy. Needless to say that neither of us is the crying type, but there we were, in the doctor’s office, crying our eyes off. These were definitely happy tears that started without any of us actually planning them. I think that, to this point, this was the happiest day of our life.

More on the first three months in the next post!