It was a year ago tomorrow that I found out we were expecting our first child. Having gone through endometriosis surgery, chemically-induced menopause for six months, trying to conceive unsucessfully for nearly two years, discovering that my fallopian tubes were in fact blocked and ultimately going through in-vitro fertilisation (IVF), we were due some good news... and that particularly piece of news was due on April 7th, 2011.
I remember the day before I tested, only 7 days post-embryo transfer and being out shopping with my best friend, having to empty my bladder seemingly every half hour, and not putting two and two together until the evening, when a feeling of what I can only describe as 'oddness' coming over me. Waking cautiously (and nerviously) at 5.30am that following morning, I saw this:
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Feint, but definitely a second line! |
Hubby didn't really believe the result of the test (this was an 'internet cheapie' test strip, part of a bundle I brought on eBay several months earlier), and wanted me to test using a "real" test. So I did the following day...
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No doubt about it, we were pregnant! |
I cried seeing a heartbeat (and briefly breathed a sigh of relief at there being only one!) at our 7 week ultrasound, and then again at 13 weeks when it showed a baby-shaped foetus instead of a blob.
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7 weeks |
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13 weeks |
At 20 weeks, we found out that we were expecting a boy (much to our surprise; I'd been having major GIRL vibes!), and started planning the bedroom, buying cute clothing and all of the excitement that goes along with pregnancy.
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20 weeks |
As the months passed, my body changed shape and expanded to accomodate a tiny human, and with every kick, thump and wobble I would be thankful for the opportunity to carry a child (yes, even when the sore back and constant heartburn kicked in).
It was on my birthday (exactly a month before you were born, as it turns out) we settled on the name Rowan, hubby signing my birthday card from both him and the baby, and we kept this a secret from everyone until the big day.
And so I continued to grow the not-so-tiny human we had affectionately dubbed "Manatee"...
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Oh boy.... |
Before we knew it, I was 39 weeks pregnant and I went into labour, waking at 1.30am one morning with cramps and a sore back. 34 hours later, you were here (you can read the full birth story
on this page).
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Minutes old, our little Mr Serious. |
What a year it has been, now I watch you at 3.5 months sleeping in hubby's arms contently, tired out from a day of play and discovery. Thank you Rowan for letting us be your parents.