Yep, it’s true! My husband Dan and I are expecting our first kiddo this spring. And…it’s a girl!
Obviously we’re completely and totally over-the-moon. But it’s been a total whirlwind. I’ve learned so many things about myself (and my body!) in such a short period of time.
For so long, I feared two things about getting pregnant: 1) that I would get pregnant too early and not be ready; or 2) that I would wait to long and not be able to get pregnant.
My fear prompted me to keep pushing back when we wanted to start a family — first it was early 2016, then summer 2016, then early 2017. My husband was eager to get the ball rolling and on some level, I was, too — I was just scared. Having a child is SUCH a big decision, and as an extreme planner, I had to be absolutely sure that all of my ducks were perfectly lined up in a row before taking the plunge.
But the best thing that ever happened to me was when the decision was made for me.
In early August, we took our annual summer vacation to Door County — an amazing week to relax and re-charge. Because I’m a crazy person, I had already been tracking my ovulation schedule for nearly six months (TMI, I know) — and to my delight, I was always on schedule — to the day.
And since I had just decided to push back trying for a family to 2017, I was pleased to confirm that I would not be ovulating during this trip. In fact, I would’ve finished ovulating a week prior — making it virtually impossible that I could get pregnant.
Except for some unexplained reason (seriously — my doctor said it was a total fluke), I ovulated a week and a half late and got pregnant. My sister and I joke that God was all, “Oh, think you’ve got a plan? Watch this!”
At first, I was totally freaked out. “I’m not ready! How could I be ready? I’m so not ready.” But the thing is, I don’t think you’re ever ready. Life is never going to go 100% according to plan. And the further along I got, and more I read about the thousands of women who have a hard time getting pregnant, I began to feel so incredibly grateful.
And now, I’m more ready than I ever thought possible. Am I ready to gain 30 pounds? Not really. For the birth? Heck no. But I’m learning to go with the flow. And whatever happens, the little flutters I now feel from my daughter (WHOA!) in my tummy are more amazing than anything I could have ever dreamed of.
I know so many women my age who are just like I was — scared to go for it, wanting to plan everything out and not feeling ready. My best piece of advice is to trust your gut. You might be more ready than you think.
More to come on my pregnancy — from my favorite leggings to our gender reveal. In the meantime, stay tuned for more on Instagram.