Three years ago today, Hubster and I were joined for life. I love you, dear! Here’s a quick summary of that beautiful day in pictures.
I got 11 – ELEVEN!! – hours of sleep last night! It was absolutely divine and for the first time since before I had C, I actually feel well-rested. I have energy and feel like myself again. In fact, Hubster would tell you that I’m playing it fast and loose with the weird life commentary, sound effects and laughter today. (Doesn’t he remember that’s just my personality?)
Since C’s staying with my parents, Hubster and I are super excited about sleeping through the night. C still wakes up 1-2 times per night.
Hubster and I both had the chance to work out today before we went on a date. He’s been wanting to see Wanderlust, so we went to a matinee before going out to dinner. When we came out of the movie theatre, the guy next to me opened the car door for his lady. Meanwhile, Hubster got in our car and I was pounding on the window for him to unlock my door. *sigh* Ah, marriage…
It was one year ago today that I woke up at 6am and decided to take a pregnancy test. I was about to join a boot camp fitness team with three other grad students. I hadn’t been feeling quite right and my period was late (although with PCOS, the latter part was not abnormal), so I thought I would make sure that I wasn’t pregnant before I spent $75 on boot camp.
Taking the test was more of a formality for me. I really didn’t expect to be pregnant. A month before, I had been diagnosed with PCOS and was told that it would be difficult for me to conceive.
I remember getting impatient waiting for the results. It was pretty early and I really wanted to go back to bed. Then that second pink line started to appear. Uh-oh. It was very faint. What does this mean?! I frantically looked at the instructions, only to find what I already suspected. ANY second line, faint or not, means you’re pregnant, honey. OH. MY. DEAR. LORD.
I bounded out of the bathroom yelling Hubster’s name. He was still asleep, so my frantic yells for him were a bit startling. ”WHAT?!”
“Look at this. There’s two lines. I just took the pregnancy test and there’s two lines. What does that mean?!”
Hubster walked into the bathroom to look at the test. ”Well, it says here that if there’s two lines then you’re pregnant.” I met his words with a look of shock and horror. Much to my dismay, Hubster walked back to bed and was about to go back to sleep.
Me: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
Hubster: “Well, you’re pregnant. I might as well get some sleep.”
Me: “WHAT??!?!” Seeing that he really intended to go back to sleep even though I just discovered that I was PREGNANT, I got a bit upset. ”We’re not going to talk about this?”
Hubster: “What’s there to talk about? You’re pregnant.”
Even though Hubster was very nonchalant at first, we both had to make huge emotional adjustments over the next few months as we came to terms with how our lives were about to change in a way that we didn’t anticipate happening for several years. We were both 23 and had just moved to a new state, where Hubster was starting a live-in graduate assistantship. We had both just finished our first week of graduate school, where we were in the same program and classes. I wasn’t thrilled about my graduate assistantship and was hesitant about starting graduate school, but I was super excited about us graduating with our Master’s degrees together. It was such a fun thought that filled me with pride and excitement. We were planning on starting a family after we both worked in our professional positions for a couple of years. This was not at all in the plan.
I would venture to say that I had a much more difficult adjustment than Hubster did. Between weeks 5-14, I had the most terrible morning sickness that ended up being diagnosed as hyperemesis. I only vomited once, but I dry heaved so much that I spent the majority of my day hovering over the toilet or a bucket. It was nearly impossible to eat or drink anything. I was forced to drop a class that was heavily attendance-based. Unable to pick up another class, I had to withdraw from school. That also ended my graduate assistantship. Within six weeks, I went from starting a new job and grad school to being constantly ill and not having any school or work. That was really rough. It wasn’t until week 14 of my pregnancy that the doctor found something to help me, Zofran. I really wish I had found it sooner!
Regardless of how difficult our journey has been this past year, I am now blessed with this beautiful, complex, wonderful child that fills me with joy (and despair at times!). I’m a stay-at-home mom a few years earlier than I thought I would be. But C is here now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And now I get to look at this sweet little face every day:
I have to spend a couple minutes bragging up Hubster. He’s pretty much been awesome throughout my pregnancy, but the last couple days he has been extra awesome. Yesterday, he did all of our dishes AND gave me a reflexology foot massage to hopefully induce labor. He looked it up on Youtube and tried it out. So sweet.
Today, he went to the drugstore for me and picked up some Robitussin DM, the only cough medicine on the “safe list” from my OBGYN office. My cough and sore throat has turned into something reminiscent of a hacking smoker’s cough. It’s awful and makes my abs hurt terribly. I don’t want to be sick when we meet our baby!
So I had to share how awesome he is. Love him!
Today, I had an awesome yet supremely rare opportunity to spend the entire day with my hubster. It was fantastic.
While thinking about how wonderful it was to be spending quality time together, it occurred to me that today was the first day he took off of work since we were visiting family during the holidays. I’m so proud and appreciative of him and how hard he works to provide for our growing family. While he’s extremely dedicated to excelling in school and his job, I’m going to start encouraging him to take more time to relax for both his own sanity and for us. I mean, one day off in two months?! The man needs a break!
Next weekend we’re taking our last mini-vacation before the baby is born, and I cannot wait. It will be so nice to get away and have a whole weekend just to be together without any work, school, or daily routines getting in the way. I think the hardest part about his job is that even when he comes home, he’s still AT work (his field is Residential Life). Getting out of town will be splendid.
What a fabulous day. Looking forward to some more “us” time tonight when we cuddle up at home and watch a movie.
Happy weekend, everyone!