Our little secret.

I’m sure I can pinpoint the actual day it happened.

But according to my new, non-obsessive fertility calculations, it didn’t make any sense.

I was 2 weeks late, but also late the month before. So I assumed my cycle was just adjusting. No symptoms, no signs of nothing. Maybe just my uniform clinging a little tighter (and a curious husband asking one too many questions).

I procrastinated taking a test, mustering up the courage one night at 1am while he was sleeping. Anticipating our lives changing in the next few moments. Forever.

“Pregnant 3+”.

I stood. Frozen. Awkwardly giggling. Finding comfort knowing my nonna was there in spirit with me. Then I very calmly went on footlocker.com to buy some baby Jordans.

With nothing that my fussy, premature mum-brain liked, I surprised hubs with a heart attack instead. Jumping on him in the dark, frantically waving the test in his sleepy eyes.

I can still see the way he smiled at me.

What a moment. Our little secret, finally here.

Nobody knew we were trying.

And it was so nice to keep it to ourselves.

No pressure, no questions. Just us.

The next morning we went straight to our chosen feto maternal clinic to be sure.

I wanted everything on track and in order.

I was eager to educate myself and understand it all. Wanting to be fully informed for every scenario. Ready to rebuttal any unsolicited advice or opinions.

Oh, the things I discovered. 

Talk soon x