Well, as most of you know already James and I are expecting our first little one come March. March 27th is the due date, but we’re curious to see if she arrives late (more like her daddy’s personality) or early (more like her mommy’s). I’m praying for the latter! Only because pregnancy is not my favorite and I’d like it to end sooner rather than later.
Oh yes, that’s right, we’re having a GIRL! Our little Avonlea Darling. James and I have known for a long time what we wanted to name our children, so landing on a boy name and girl name for the first baby was very simple. We just had to wait 20 weeks before finding out what we were having and that just about killed us…well more me than him!
I know there are a lot of friends and family that haven’t heard much about our journey, so I’ll kinda just start from the beginning and give an all-around update.
October of 2013 James made the statement that in exactly a year we could start trying for a baby. He’s known my heart’s desire is ultimately to be a stay at home, so after being together for so long, I was growing a little impatient and wanted to start a family NOW! He was patient with me and reminded me that if we waited till October, we would be closer to the year mark with our business (which is coming up in January!) and that was and is James’ ultimate desire…to be the sole bread winner for our family and see our business grow into a sustainable income.
July rolled around and James had a sudden change of heart. I will remember “the night” forever. TMI? Maybe just a little, ha. But really, I was so taken back when he asked if I was truly ready to start a family. Obviously the Lord knew we were ready too, cause that was all it took…one time. James knew that I was pregnant instantly, well…he had some intuition happening because for weeks he kept saying, “I just know you’re pregnant! and I know it’s a boy.”
Since I am a visual and factual person, I didn’t believe him…I wanted to know for a fact that I was pregnant. So, as soon as it was possible, I took a test. It was positive! I showed James and we cried tears of joy together! I remember sitting on his lap at his desk just staring at the pregnancy test, thinking, “Oh man! This is real life happening right now!”
For months and months James and I had been talking about having a home-birth with a midwife. Hospitals are not fun in any way, I don’t like the politics behind deliveries, I hate how quickly doctors are to give C-sections, and I certainly did not want to be tempted with any kind of medication. It took some convincing, but eventually James was on board enough for me to call a midwife and set up an interview.
5 weeks pregnant and there we were, talking to a midwife that we had heard great things about, in her house, asking her a lot questions (and I mean a lot), and hearing about what the journey would look like. James was able to voice some of his fears and ask the questions he had on his heart, which was really good for him. As soon as we got home from our appointment, we sat down and talked it through. As soon as James said he was comfortable with the whole home-birth thing, I emailed the midwife and things were all set.
Several weeks later, we had our first appointment where we got to see our little bean and hear its heartbeat! I was so darn giggly that I kept messing up the ultrasound! The joy that filled my heart to hear and actually SEE our baby was unexplainable! Every 4 weeks we had appointments where our midwife would weigh me, check my vitals, and listen to the heartbeat to make sure everything sounded healthy. James and I had agreed in the beginning that we were only going to get two ultrasounds done…the one to see our baby bean, and then to reveal the gender.
The first trimester was really hard for me. I was nauseous every single night, had weeks where I threw up every night, I was beyond exhausted, I caught a cold, I pretty much ate crackers, waffles, pasta, and drank ginger ale, and we basically didn’t have a life for three months. Working full time and being nauseous the rest of the time was really hard for me. It’s unlike my personality to not have energy and feel sick, so processing that was challenging and I felt like the lamest person ever.
Thankfully, seasons come to an end and the second trimester has proven to be a little bit better. I only threw up every once in a while (till about 18 weeks) and the nausea slowly started to pass. My belly started to really pop several weeks back, so I started rubbing coconut oil on me to help avoid stretch marks. I hate being oiled up…it makes me feel like a fat turkey, but I’ve learned (thanks to my sweet hubby) to just laugh about it.
At 20 weeks it was time to find out if we were having a boy or a girl! Since the beginning James said that he knew it was a boy and even though I was less vocal about it, based off dreams and visions I had, I was also convinced deep in my heart that we were going to have a boy.
We decided that we wanted to do a little something special just the two of us for the reveal, so we asked our midwife to write the gender down in a card, stick it in an envelope and hand it to us. We thought it would be fun to go out to dinner at the Olive Garden (where we met) and find out what our little bean was going to be.
We still got to see our baby’s face, feet, hands, spine, ribs, and little legs at our appointment, just no private parts! Again, seeing our baby with this crazy technology (even though it was the old school ultrasounds…no 3D or 4D for us) filled our hearts with so much joy! James exclaimed while looking at the pictures, “Our baby has a FACE!” and it will forever be a favorite moment of mine.
As soon as we got to dinner and ordered our drinks, we decided we couldn’t wait any longer. We both were dying to know! James opened the card; put it on the table where we both could see it, stuck the envelope on top of the words and revealed what our midwife wrote, one word at a time —
You are having
Stunned. Shocked. Overwhelmed. Excited. You name it, we experienced it all within seconds! There were tears, giggles, staring at the card, thinking to ourselves “did she read the ultrasound right?” And then of course, we called all the parents and siblings to share in our joy and then texted close friends who were also anxiously awaiting the news.
I’ll be honest, the shock didn’t go away for about a week for me. I even texted our midwife a couple days after the reveal to ask if she was positive it was a girl. She said that she doesn’t usually give 100% with girls and most of the time recommends a 2nd ultrasound to verify, but in our case, she was 100% positive that we were having a little girl (she said our little one’s legs were wide open and kicking like crazy). That helped settle my heart a little and of course the words of a dear friend. My friend said that maybe the dreams and visions I had were confirmation that one day we’ll have a son. And I agree…one day I believe the Lord will give us a son, but right now, we get to enjoy raising a little girl.
So, that’s where I leave you friends. I’m 23 weeks along (24 on Friday), we’re blessed with a little girl, she and I are both super healthy, our spare room is filling up with hair bows and pink outfits, and James and I are both beyond thrilled that the Lord would give us the honor of raising, teaching, molding, guiding, disciplining, and more importantly, loving this little treasure.