In April 09' I was still 22. I had been living with Jake for one month in his hometown, right on the ocean. I had gone there to work in the local pub at a marina and resort while he was working just next door. The season had not yet begun, but I was looking forward to work there again in the most beautiful setting.
I started to wonder if I was pregnant, but kind of brushed it off because of course it wouldn't happen to me. It could happen to everyone else around me, but I am an anomaly. We've all been there right? Well it got to the point where I nervously started to cut down on my alcohol intake -- my first step towards the loud reality of pregnancy. Next step? I confided in a good friend of mine and asked her to pick me up an at-home pregnancy test (HPT) when she went to town.
So $13 later I am peeing on a stick in an outhouse. I wait a lonnnngggg minute, brace myself, and look down to see the faintest pink line ever. It was early in the morning before Jake had to go to work, and thank god, I had the day off. I walked into the house trying not to cry all these tears of mixed emotions. Jake asked me what kind of tea I would like and immediately knew the answer to the question he was really asking when I responded with "peppermint".
I couldn't stay by myself knowing this life altering information, so I went to my wonderful HPT-buying friend's house. As soon as I walked in the door she saw the look on my face and gave me a big hug. I had so many emotions going on inside of me. I was freaking out into so many different directions. We had planned to go on a hike which would give me great time to think, but the first thing I wanted to do was call my mom. So what's the first thing she can think of saying when I tell her she is going to be a grandma? "Holy shit". Good potty mouth Grandma! In her excitement I gave her permission to tell one person for now -- my dad. And I have to say my dad's reaction was a lot less obscene than my mom's. But he was very excited to be a grandpa!
There was never any question about whether I was keeping the baby or not. Absolutely I was! It may have been unexpected, but I was so happy that my body was in the process of making another person. Keeping it a secret in this small town was going to be a huge task though. That leads way to my next blog post....
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Here we begin...
I decided to start writing my own blog after realizing how passionate I am about my own pregnancy, labour, birth, and parenting opinions. Message boards don't cut it for me as there are too many people expressing their opinions and it is all so conflicting making it hard to get your point across without offending anyone. I figure on a blog you are choosing to read what I write. I have even volunteered my partner as a guest blogger so you can get the male perspective on certain situations such as the positive pregnancy test and of course labour!
So far motherhood has been a blast! My daughter Laura Olivia was born on Boxing Day. The most perfect little 7 lbs 11 oz to ever bless us with her presence. We have made a big move to the city where I am adjusting to life as a stay-at-home mom.
A little background on my parenting style so far; I believe in attatchment parenting and being there for our baby when she wants us. I never want to let her cry it out! Even the thought of her crying and me trying to ignore her breaks my heart right down the middle. I try to do babywearing, but so far Laura has not agreed on that with me. We will keep trying as we hope it is something she will grow into. I am exclusively breastfeeding which is something that makes me feel like a very empowered woman -- nourishing a living being with my milk alone. I also have cloth diapered since the day Laura was born, which will be another post all its own!
Please check back often as I plan on documenting my life as a young stay-at-home mom here in Vancouver.
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