Where do I start? I was born on a Tuesday. It was a humid day; one of those summer days in Oklahoma...just kidding.
I mean that part is true, but I'm going to give you my PREGNANT story (in a nutshell) and how I came to writing this blog.
I met my boyfriend (yes, boyfriend) in February of 2011. We started dating July of 2011. I moved to Baton Rouge with him in December 2011. I got knocked-up in March 2012. I drank heavily from March 2012 to July 1, 2012. I know it was July 1st because I was celebrating my 26th birthday and got so drunk that I decided not to drink the next few days. I found out I was pregnant July 5, 2012.
I could stop there, but you're probably wondering how the hell my little dude was conceived in March and I didn't find out I was pregnant until July. I can hear you now, "How did you not know when your period didn't come?" "What about all of the pregnancy symptoms?" "Didn't you notice a little pooch by 18 weeks?" Answer: FIVE false pregnancy tests. Including one at my OB's office at 4.5 months pregnant. At the same time I missed my period, I had received it TWICE the month before (a month from HELL). So I thought my period was just out of whack. When I missed it the second time, I took a pregnancy test. Negative. I took one a week later just to be sure.... negative again. By the third missed period, I went out and bought a different brand of pregnancy test. Negative...negative. I convinced myself something else was going on.
I didn't start showing until 7 months. Then one night I blew up while I was sleeping. And pregnancy symptoms? I never knew extreme fatigue was a sign of pregnancy. And I only got sick once, and it wasn't even in the morning! My boobs hurting, BAD, was the one thing (besides the missed period) that made me get pregnancy tests. So you see... I'm not as naive as some of you are thinking.
Anyway, so I found out 4 days after my 26th birthday (at 18 weeks pregnant) that I was knocked up by my boyfriend of one year. The same guy who had told me repeatedly that he wasn't sure if he ever wanted kids, let alone get married. At the time I was fine with that because I still wasn't sure if I wanted those things either....at least not any time soon!
The pregnancy SUCKED balls, I'll be honest. Mostly due to emotional stress. It was extremely stressful for the two of us--we were scared! Duh! I could go on and on--and I will if you want to know how I handled it--but I'll spare you right now. Finally around 8 months pregnant we calmed down. Our communication got better and before I could blink I was at the hospital in labor.
On November 21, 2012...I gave birth to our gorgeous and healthy son "E." 6 pounds, 11 ounces, 19.5 inches long. It has been a crazy experience and we are still learning every single day. Google has become my best friend, along with a group of women on Facebook...a mom-support group. I suggest EVERY woman join one in some sort.
Now I'm here writing a blog to give me something to do other than making bottles and cleaning butts.
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