D and I have been together for a very long time. In fact, since the 11th grade. Having kids is not really something we ever talked about because 1, we were young and 2, being that we were young we surely did not think that we would be together the rest of our lives. I mean come on, how often does that even happen? It wasn’t until right before D joined the military where we thought about marriage. As soon as D joined the military he wanted kids. Something about being away from family and deprived any communication with everyone you know, really makes you put things into perspective. We thought about it, talked about it and decided we were ready.
So there we were, 20 years old, super convinced we were ready for a baby and decided to try. Based off of how many jackasses get accidentally pregnant, I thought it would be the easiest thing I had to do, that it would happen the first time… Looking back I can’t believe how naive I was. It wasn’t easy. At all. For us, having a family meant we would get to do things differently or pass down traditions and things that really meant a lot to our families. We tried for 2 years and finally we got tired of being disappointed when that test did not come back positive. Here’s where life takes a turn.
If its anything that my daughter has shown me, it’s that gods timing is everything.
Here we are, 2 young adults (definitely still kids in our early 20s) who gave up and said maybe it’s just not meant to be. We decided we were just gonna enjoy the space we were in, explore more and just have fun. I remember a week before I found out I was pregnant, D and I were on our way to have dinner with some friends (Shout out to the Saunders Family) and my mom called me to tell me my dad had a dream I was pregnant. Me: Don’t ever say that again. At this point, I convinced myself I actually didn’t want any kids because I was afraid I couldn’t have any. Now back story, my dad and I never really got along. When I left to Hawaii, he had just been diagnosed with leukemia and I left.
After leaving, we reached a point where we were trying to work on out father daughter relationship; so when my mom told me she dreamt that I just blew it off . I didn’t think much of it not knowing I was in fact pregnant. A week went by since that phone call with my mom and I started feeling sick. My emotions were everywhere and D told me just take a test. I went to the BX (on base store) and got a pregnancy test. I took my ass home, took the test and paced around until it was time. The test came back positive and I couldn’t believe it so I drove back to the store for more. I was pregnant.
After finding out I was pregnant, I was nauseous mainly just in the mornings. I was super sensitive to smells. One time I sat outside for 3 hours because D made fried spam (Hawaii thing). The smell was killing me. Later on in my pregnancy it was very hard for me to sleep all way till the end. I used to have to sleep literally sitting up on the couch with all the pillows propping me up. D did not want to leave me alone so he brought our mattress downstairs and put it in front of our L shaped sectional; and that is basically my pregnancy story. Super boring, simple, no crazy stories and easy.
If you liked this post check out my Letter To My Husband After Having Kids HERE.
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