This is me attempting to look sexy pregnant… in my husbands undies. Oh yer!
A LITTLE BIT ABOUT ME
Hhhhmmmmm. I’m suppose to introduce and describe myself on this page. This always stumps me.
Here goes…I might babble a bit sorry.
I’m 35, almost 36 years of age. I’ve recently had a baby. My hubby and I weren’t too sure if we wanted to have children. I guess we left it so long and got used to our freedom and it scared us to lose it. Plus, we also looked at the world around us and that scared us more. There are already too many humans smashing around fighting each other, polluting, destroying and over populating this magnificent floating rock. What good would it be to add to this? At the time I thought bringing another soul to this planet was a bit selfish. My thoughts were quite negative I guess. That was until I shared my views on the subject over a wine or two, or more like three, with one of my great mates ‘No-Kids-Nancy’ (Thats her chosen pseudo name) She said to me “Sarah , it’s people like you and I that should be having kids. The planet needs more people who think like this”. This conversation got me thinking differently. Maybe it wasn’t selfish to bring a child into this world if they’re brought up to tip toe gently and graciously on this magnificent floating rock and have infinite love for all it’s inhabitants. I could do that!
Or could I?
Because it’s not easy having babies and it is certainly not easy to fall pregnant. This is something that I only realised when I began toying with the idea of ‘trying’. You hear people call babies ‘miracles’ all the time but it never really sinks in until you’re trying or are pregnant, just how miraculous they are.
I watched many of my girl friends go through deep sadness and frustration trying to fall pregnant. Whether its endometriosis, age, IVF, stress, thyroid troubles or something else, the sadness and stress of not falling pregnant consumes that woman. It’s common.
Worry set in and I started to wonder if I would even be able to fall pregnant?
So together my husband Lach and I made the decision to just ‘see what happens’. If the universe wanted us to have a baby, we would and if not, then, well, we’d travel the world for the rest of lives, playing, working, volunteering and generally splashing about merrily. We were ok with our decision. So we left it in the hands of the Universe and ‘BOOM’ Little Lady Luca made herself comfortable in my tummy. We were one of the lucky ones. I was pregnant within that decision making month and 9 months later, here she is. Luca Jean. Our little dream.
I guess the universe did want another little lady on this planet.
8 weeks in and I still feel like I’m faking it. I just can’t believe she’s ours. We are lost in The land of Luca.