I'm pretty sure I grew up in the most fertile town in Virginia. The words "accidentally pregnant" were the norm and we heard "it's in the water" every time we found out yet another girl was pregnant. Movies and Sex Ed joked that if you so much as kiss a boy, you'll get pregnant. So why would I expect it to be any more complicated than that?
In the fall of 2016, Aaron and I decided we would start not-not-trying for a baby. When it happens, it happens. We weren't in any rush.
So I stopped the dreadful birth control pill and we started this new journey, not knowing what was to come would be far worse than the crazy hormones birth control induced.
I'm not sure what filled up faster, my imagination or my Pinterest boards. I had always dreamed of being a mom and LOVED babies. I just couldn't wait to see the look on everyone's face when we told them we were expecting. The thought of us becoming a family of 3 and seeing Aaron holding a sweet little human overflowed my heart with joy.
Excitement spread over me like wildfire when my period was late just two months after stopping the pill. It seemed too good to be true.
It was almost Thanksgiving and we were in the midst of all the holiday chaos, so I tried to just ignore it. Besides, I'd know for sure if I were pregnant eventually, right?
I was bursting at the seams to tell someone what was going on though, so I shared my uncertainty and anxiousness with a cousin at our family's Thanksgiving dinner. She, of course, was so happy for us, convinced me to take a test when I got home and wanted to know immediately what the results were. The excitement of the idea of a new baby was clearly contagious. Her, Aaron, and myself were all a little let down when my period started just a few days later, but we all knew God would send us our baby when the time was right.
The feeling of not knowing if it would be our month for success was fun for the first few months. I had saved every pregnancy announcement idea I could find in hopes that we'd be needing them soon. At the time, it all seemed so exciting and each month brought new optimism. I thought positive things about the empty time we had spent trying, such as how those months we didn't get pregnant left us time to get things done around the house. It also gave us a little extra time for just the two of us since we were still newlyweds.
What I wasn't prepared for was seeing those negative tests that would happen over and over, month after month..
In the fall of 2016, Aaron and I decided we would start not-not-trying for a baby. When it happens, it happens. We weren't in any rush.
So I stopped the dreadful birth control pill and we started this new journey, not knowing what was to come would be far worse than the crazy hormones birth control induced.
I'm not sure what filled up faster, my imagination or my Pinterest boards. I had always dreamed of being a mom and LOVED babies. I just couldn't wait to see the look on everyone's face when we told them we were expecting. The thought of us becoming a family of 3 and seeing Aaron holding a sweet little human overflowed my heart with joy.
Excitement spread over me like wildfire when my period was late just two months after stopping the pill. It seemed too good to be true.
It was almost Thanksgiving and we were in the midst of all the holiday chaos, so I tried to just ignore it. Besides, I'd know for sure if I were pregnant eventually, right?
I was bursting at the seams to tell someone what was going on though, so I shared my uncertainty and anxiousness with a cousin at our family's Thanksgiving dinner. She, of course, was so happy for us, convinced me to take a test when I got home and wanted to know immediately what the results were. The excitement of the idea of a new baby was clearly contagious. Her, Aaron, and myself were all a little let down when my period started just a few days later, but we all knew God would send us our baby when the time was right.
The feeling of not knowing if it would be our month for success was fun for the first few months. I had saved every pregnancy announcement idea I could find in hopes that we'd be needing them soon. At the time, it all seemed so exciting and each month brought new optimism. I thought positive things about the empty time we had spent trying, such as how those months we didn't get pregnant left us time to get things done around the house. It also gave us a little extra time for just the two of us since we were still newlyweds.
What I wasn't prepared for was seeing those negative tests that would happen over and over, month after month..
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