It’s literally my due date today (Wednesday 7th March 2018) which means I’m 40 weeks pregnant and expecting my baby boy any day soon.
My last blog post was 8 months ago funnily enough. And it’s actually the first one of 2018 (I have a mini post on Instagram featuring my top 9 posts of 2017).
But I’m back! And I aim to continue posting every month at least as I initially started.
I’m wondering where all the time went….!
I did a pregnancy test on Monday 10th July 2017. I remember this date very clearly as it was the date I eventually told my partner.
I was so nervous because we weren’t at our best point in our relationship. There was a lapse in trust and a strong need for space between each other. I had moved out recently and living in a house share and we were working through things. Naturally I thought he would run a mile, because hey it’s a way out. But I should have trusted his sense of duty. Either way I knew he had to know.
He pumped his fist in the air, and genuinely smiled with the warmest smile.
And of course I cried.
Not for fear but for relief. Relief that my faith in him and in us had been restored. There was hope that we could make something beautiful out of a tricky situation. That even though a baby doesn’t cure a relationship, there was something that we both wanted to fight for, to nurture, to love that depended on us and it was our chance to make things good.
And naturally we kissed and hugged it out.
We both wanted children in our relationship and although unplanned, I think this gave us the clarity to decide what we needed to do next and finish tying up any uncertainties. It’s all or nothing. In or out.
We chose all in.
And it’s the best thing that can happen so far. Surprisingly.