Well this is a little bit of fun isn’t it!!!!!!
It’s only taken me seven months but I’m clearly thrilled to share that our first little babe is on the way. It wasn’t intentional to keep it a secret or not share the news sooner, I think I just really enjoyed the past seven months and have been getting used to everything and anything changing from week to week! But as we are now at 29 weeks I figure it’s best to snap a pic or two before the baby is actually born and this pregnancy thing is over in a blink.
Soooooo….. a baby hey.
Where should we begin? Well it all started in the lead up to our recent Europe trip. We’d only been trying for a month and in the few weeks leading up to our departure date I had crazy butterflies in my tummy all day long. I didn’t feel sick or have any symptoms and thought the breathless, nervous feeling I was having was because I was so excited to go on our holiday. As we reached the last few days before we left I wanted to take a test just to see… mainly because it was the first time I’ve ever been in the situation and I suppose I was nervous and excited and anxious to find out either way. It came back negative. So that was the end of that, or so I thought.
Four days later, after attending our friends wedding which was an absolute HOOT of a weekend, we jumped on the plane and flew into Paris. I don’t know why, but I packed my spare test in my bag juuuust in case. In case of what I don’t really know but I’d started this little baby journey so it was always in my mind. After huge delays with our stopover in Singapore ending in a total of 35 hours in transit we arrived in Paris later than expected, so spent our first afternoon taking a stroll back to my old apartment as I started to show Tim some of the places I had fallen in love with a few years ago. I cried when I showed him my old apartment, maybe I should have known right then that I was all levels of crazy emotional.
Enter jet lag, a ridiculously early night, and we were ready to get going first thing the morning for our first full day in France. I don’t know why I felt compelled to do it, but I woke up and took the test from my bag into the bathroom to just check one..more..time.. Probably because I knew I had 5 weeks of champagne and prosciutto eating ahead of me and I wanted to be extra sure that there was no third wheel on our little holiday. Well.
It came up positive straight away. That little indicator with the estimated weeks just glared up at me. The trickery of it all! Here I was 4 days prior feeling a little bit sad that the first test came back negative, and then here I was sitting in my Airbnb in Paris, wondering how I was going to walk out of the bathroom and tell my best mate that I’d snuck a gatecrasher onto our trip. Everything changed that morning, in a really really wonderful way. After explaining to Tim that no, I hadn’t packed the positive test from home and had in fact just found out myself, we shared a nervous giggle, maybe a smidge of a tear, and got on with enjoying our holiday exactly as we planned. Luckily I haven’t had any sickness or negative symptoms, with the hardest thing about being pregnant overseas was saying no to the breakfast champagnes and cured meats once we hit Italy. We now have so many special little mementos from our favourite cities around the world that we collected along the way to fill the nursery with, it made the trip a whole lot more meaningful.
So far it’s been an absolute dream. As far as pregnancies go I think I’ve had a brilliant run and all my fingers and toes are crossed that these last few months are just as kind. I’ve started my work count down as I’m now down to single digits with how long I have left before starting my maternity leave and things are just really really good.
After 10 years of life just being the two of us, a third party goer is an absolute dream and we’re as ready as we’re ever going to be to get this Denton party started.
Someone pass me the sparkling water…..