If you’ve been following me over on Instagram you’ll know that Elsie made a little announcement over the Halloween weekend. She is indeed going to become a big sister,
a bit a lot earlier than expected as we are expecting baby number two, due in May next year…BIGGEST EEK EVER!
It’s taken me such a long time to finally finish this post. Partly because most of my time is swallowed up being a working parent trying to keep everyone alive and afloat and partly because I’ve felt like absolute shite balls. Similarly with my first pregnancy, the early stages of the cooking process do not agree with my sitting down at a computer to write. If I’m given any time to actually sit, my body would much rather stare at a blank wall, with as less movement as possible, trying not to throw up for the umpteenth time. But I’m slowly emerging from the nauseating-leave-me-alone-while-dry-heave- first trimester phase so have been able to keep my eyes open long enough to bring my blog readers up to speed with the announcement of our happy accident.
Needless to say this pregnancy was a
little massive surprise, but after our first experience trying for a baby, we are really excited to get all the messy crap and sleepless nights out the way extend our little family and are so thankful that this baby is already taking us on a very different journey towards completing our family.
One of the many things that have already been different this time around was actually breaking the news to our family. I don’t think I’ve been this nervous about telling my parents anything before. Considering that we are currently residing under their roof whilst we renovate our house, I really did feel like an underage teenager having to fess up to the ‘rents that they were up the duff. But surprisingly they took it a lot better than everyone else, including the Hubster. His reaction was just as unpredictable as last time when he thought I was about to tell him that there was a ghost in the flat as opposed to hearing that he was about to become a father. This time around the conversation went a little like this…
Me: Erm…I’ve got something to tell you…
Me: I’m pregnant.
Cue husband looking as if I’ve just slapped him around the face with a large wet fish.
Sometime passes and I wonder for a moment if he’s had a heart attack.
Hubster: You’re joking?
Cue husband busting into fits of nervous laughing. Repeatedly saying ‘Oh my god…’
I still think a heart attack is quite possibly on the cards.
Hubster: Oh my god, I thought you were going to say that you’d blown the entire house budget on something…
Me: As if…
Husbter: I wish you had…
Cue shocked pregnant wife face about to cry before Hubster quickly retracts last sentence.
Hubster: Only joking, this is great news.
Cue another bout of nervous laughter from both of us, more ‘oh my gods’ and a few ‘shit’s’ thrown in for good measure.
We hug it out, remind ourselves of all the pros that come with this being a surprise pregnancy as opposed to last time around and we continue watching The Walking Dead.
There is no doubt that our life is bit crazy right now and logistically I don’t know how I’m going to cope, (two under two…ahhh!) But my heart is extremely happy and grateful that we’ve been given another gift which ironically couldn’t have come at a more perfect time. If there is one thing I’ve learnt when wanting to start a family of your own- you can’t plan your perfect timing, you can only wait for it and appreciate every minute of it when it does happen.
Thank you so much to everyone who has sent such kind messages and well wishes since our little announcement…I’m excited to share this next chapter of our lives with you xxx