At the beginning of every year, I like to think about all the fun exciting things I want to aim for, or where I want to go, or what I want to change.
Last year I wanted to become more independent again and live on my own, and I bought my own little flat and I was very content with that. So this year I wanted to continue with the independent lifestyle that I enjoyed and go travelling across America on my own with Trek America, but instead, in January I found out I was pregnant.
No this wasn’t part of the plan.
While was in a happy relationship with someone that is actually nice and likes me, this wasn’t part of the plan. We didn’t live together, I hadn’t even known him for 6 months, and yes we were happy, but do we really want to have a baby?
In fact, I didn’t even think I could have a baby. But here I am, with child.
After sitting in silence staring at a positive pregnancy test for what felt like forever, we had a long old chat, and a cry, and decided that yes we did want to do this, we were going to have a baby.
Yes, we hadn’t been together long, yes we didn’t live together, but were we excited? Yes.
The night we found out we stayed up for hours talking about our plans, names we liked, did we think it would be a boy or a girl? How were we going to tell our parents? how were we going to tell Chris’s son?
We lived in a little happy bubble with only us knowing for a week or so before we decided we should tell our families, which I was worried about doing. Luckily everyone was super excited and supportive. And as the weeks went on we decided to wait until the 12-week scan to tell Chris’s son, because you trying to explain to an 8-year-old they can’t tell anyone this exciting news.
We had an early scan at 8 weeks and were excited to see our little tiny blob baby, and know that they had a heartbeat and everything was fine, and I was very much pregnant.
So we’re having a baby, a girl, due in October.
It may not have been part of the plan, but hey, we’re happy.