Funny feeling sitting in the waiting room of the medical centre, waiting in anticpation, babies, elderly and those waiting to be born. I have been sick as a dog for a week or so before I went to the doctor. But not the sickness I'm accustomed to. Cramping, one light pink spot and I'm left alone with the sickness. I took a test before work. Postive. At the doctor's I took another. Negative. One failed attempt at a blood test and one successful, congratulations are in order, you're pregnant.
It is still early days, I'm very happy and excited of course but there's that primitive fear deep down that I imagine lurks in most mothers-to-be.
Owen and I met online many months ago and hit it off very well as friends. I should have taken his advice then about Chris being a supermassive jerk to be gotten over. But I didn't and our relationship grew. And as it grew my thoughts of Chris the Jerk withered away.
Owen was moving down of his own accord and for his own reasons, nearer to where I live. We met up. I'm not sure if he was as shy as I was, I certainly felt like a daft and timid teenager with her first boyfriend. We of course did the deed, had an accident and I totally forgot about the ramifications, seeing it happened plenty of times when I was with Grumpy and nothing ever eventuated.
But this time something did.
Owen came again to stay with me for a week. He looked after me and attended to all my needs and for that I am grateful. Owen and I have decided to take our relationship slow and not rush into anything despite my condition. I truly believe it is for the best, we have much to learn of each other outside being parents. Although I do confess I miss him terribly and long to be snuggled in bed with him and dream the remainder of the gestation away.
I know it is early but I have a feeling I am having a girl. I do wish for her to be named Violet very much but I doubt Owen or our respective families would approve. But it is my wish.
So here it is, after writing Interchange, how aptly named it was, that I have embarked on a journey I have never taken before, one of those you've heard about and longed to travel. Holly: Mother-to-be.
I pray to the All Mighty that I have a safe pregnancy, safe delivery and a healthy baby. But I am at the mercy of God's divine Will.
Whatever will be, will be.
He works in mysterious ways.
Note: For those who have access to my facebook profile, please do not post any congratulations just yet as some parties have not been informed and I shall announce it when I enter my second trimester :D
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Oh WOW!
Well, first, I popped over to say that you DO put real babies in a moses basket. They even have little stands to act as a bassinet. It's intended for newborns but mine will accommodate up to an 18 pounder. So what? Roughly 9 Kgs. They are so sweet in a basket and you just hoist them up with the handles and carry them along with you in the house.
Second, WOW! Babies are fine, indeed. And just think, you'll have one of your very own before you know it. Both of my little ones were happy accidents but I don't let them hear me say it. I tell them they were extra-special surprises.
Third, tatties is the best word ever! I had to look it up. Potatoes! A vegetable AND it sounds a little naughty too...who wouldn't love the word? Prepare yourself, pregnancy is nine months of the munchies overshadowed only by the nausea, and if you're lucky, vomiting.
Here's to surprise babies! No one will be a beautiful unique mother quite like you will be a beautiful unique mother, and I can say this without even knowing you. Best wishes. Violet is an exquisite name.
Oh Wowwieee Holly! I'm so happy for you! Okay, okay...no congratulations just yet. But I just couldn't help myself :)) Hehe.
I don't know you well but I'm sure you'll be a great mother :)
You'll do great, Holly.
P.S. Happy Xmas & Merry New Year to you Holly! :)
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