It seems I am pregnant.
It’s generally believed to be unwise to announce a pregnancy in the first trimester, so for the time being, I shall be known only as ”Mamanaturale.”
My mom didn’t make me a baby book. When I was 15 I made one for myself. She was at least very good about keeping every little thing. Even the shower card from her sister which read, ”I hope it’s a boy.” Sorry to disappoint you, Aunt Janice.
I am hoping this blog can serve as some kind of baby book for this baby to be.
I’ve never been pregnant before. I am old enough to have had a couple children, but was waiting until the time was right. Not that this was “planned,” per se…
When is the right time to have a first born? I have friends back home who did everything in the right order. A girl I know from high school, for example,
- fell madly in love
- secured a very well-paid, full benefits kind of job
- accepted the proposition of that love
- married that love
- bought a house in the suburbs with that love
- made a baby
I can’t tick off all of those proper boxes, but, at least…
- I am in love.
- not married
- we are both freelance artists aka no benefits to speak of
- we live in a two bedroom apartment in a downtown Canadian city
- baby is baking, as we speak
Maybe one day I’ll get married, maybe not. I’ve never been one to do anything in the right order anyhow.
I am scared, a little. I only peed on the sticks in the last couple of days, but it turns out getting a doctor is difficult. And nothing seems to be open Friday – Sunday.
So now I wait. I happily ate a prenatal vitamin with my pancakes this morning, I anxiously look forward to a thumbs up from a doctor.