Don’t worry, I’m not pregnant again, the consultant made it quite clear that although I can have another baby if I really wanted to, it probably wouldn’t be wise, ’cause of the ol’ weak womb & masses of scar tissue that now resides there!
I realised I hadn’t told you all about how I found out I was pregnant with my, now, 7 month old. So much happened with the pregnancy and his birth which was all pretty difficult and traumatic it’s easy to forget the nice and funny bits. So I’m going to try to remember them, starting with this.
There’s 6 years between the munchkin and the froglet. The froglet, believe it or not, was a happy accident. I wonder sometimes if people are dying to ask why the age gap! We always wanted more than one child but just, well, hadn’t got round to it. I was enjoying our little trio and honestly wasn’t sure how an addition would fit. I really was in no rush.
Towards the end of September 2013 I had turned into rip van winkle. I would struggle all day at work to concentrate, sometimes feeling like I was going to fall asleep sat at my desk. I would get home, sit down and be out like a light I just couldn’t stay awake! During that month I had been embroiled in a silly bet with my husband and had given up meat. (Still waiting for you to pay up Mr C!) I had started to crave steak, I would dream about sausages (not like that you dirty lot.) With the cravings, tiredness, forgetfulness and a little help from google I diagnosed an iron deficiency. Totally understandable after giving up meat.
Not once did I think I could be pregnant. It really didn’t even cross my mind. Although it must’ve come up in conversation cause Mr C would not stop going on about it and once he gets something in his head he just won’t let it drop so to shut him I did a pregnancy test, still not thinking in the slightest I could be pregnant and thinking what a waste of bloody money the test was!
Well, as we know it was positive! I don’t think you have ever seen more shocked faces or the words ‘oh shit’ repeated so many times in an evening! I was happy, the decision of when to have another baby had been taken out of my hands. We giggled a lot that night too.
Once the shock had subsided, it took a couple of days, the excitement set in.
So that’s how we found out about our happy accident. If I’d been expecting it I might have realised sooner the quite obvious pregnancy symptoms!
If you have kids how did you find out? Were there any tell-tale signs that gave it away? Were you expecting your bundle of joy or were they a happy accident like the froglet?