30 Years old and 32 Weeks Pregnant!

Well, it really crept up on me... I'm actually really and truly 30 years old. Contrary to previous birthdays, this was celebrated very quietly. I worked during the day and my lovely students sang to me, wrote me birthday messages, brought me a cake and even made up a dance for me! My colleagues were lovely all day and then I left school "early". My husband and I went out for dinner at a local pub and then I got myself in bed early. Basically, a normal day but with a little extra cake! I definitely haven't been this sober on my birthday since I was 21.

I've always been anxious about turning 30 and becoming "old", but now with my little Wriggles growing bigger every day I was excited. I knew that I wouldn't meet Wriggles until I was 30, so I was ready for the big birthday!

30 years old and 32 weeks pregnant... And I almost can't see my toes!

So I'm 32 weeks pregnant now and $h*ts getting real! Wriggles is rapidly running out of womb (pardon the pun) which means I can feel nearly everything. I'm loving the little head and bum and elbows and knees and hands and feet. I like to rub them as they protrude out of my belly and talk to my little one, say hello, and think about the day that I get to hold their whole tiny body. Wriggles got in a very awkward position this morning, stretching my uterus sideways and causing quite a bit of discomfort. Luckily, that didn't last long! At my midwife's appointment last week, Wriggles was head down on the right side. I can feel that Wriggles is practicing that position daily - the pressure on my bladder and pelvis is pretty clear as I waddle down the hall! Another new thing in the last week were my first stretch marks... I tried my best to prevent it, but I guess I am just too small to fully house my growing baby! I've got just one strange little circle next to my belly button but I suspect as Wriggles continues to grow, so will my stretch marks. Turning over in bed (not to mention getting out of bed!) is also quite a struggle, and breathing and eating are both more difficult than before. Sometimes I wonder how the next 8 weeks are going to go - how am I going to get even bigger?! Where is baby going to go? Also, I've got 6 more weeks of work... yikes! Some mornings it feels like I'll never make it through, but I always do. I've just got to take it day by day, and remember that each day brings me closer to meeting my baby.

Weekend birthday celebration continues in Haddington!

Ahhhhhhhhhh!

I waited , like you should, until my period was a day late. But, I will admit, I bought a pregnancy test just in case AF didn't show the next morning. I didn't sleep very well last night, my boobs hurt, my back ached, my heart was racing, and I was SO THIRSTY. I convinced myself it was just more symptom spotting (I'm so good at symptom spotting!) I woke up at 4:45 and felt anxious and nervous. I wondered if getting up that early counted as FMU. I googled it. The consensus was yes, you could get up to pee and test that early and it counted. So, I slipped out of bed, grabbed my bag with both the test and my AF supplies, and trekked down the three flights of stairs to the bathroom. I felt slightly guilty for giving in to test, as I told my hubby I'd wait until I was home. But I just NEEDED to know. 

5 seconds of looking at the instructions (all in Croatian). 

5 seconds of peeing on a stick. 

One minute of waiting...  and there it was, bright as day.

A big, fat positive plus mark. 

Pregnant. 

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I think my heart stopped and then I almost burst out crying. Then I pulled myself back down to earth. I know too many people who have miscarried early to celebrate yet. But this is my first time EVER with a positive test, and I am over the moon, overjoyed. 

I fly home tomorrow where I plan to take a digital test to confirm the blue dye one that I took this morning. I also bought a little onesie to give to my hubby when I tell him the news. A part of me thought this day would never come, and this would never happen. I would never know this joy, I would never be a mother. Now I'm just praying for a sticky bean and a healthy pregnancy, taking it one day at a time. I don't know if I was extremely lucky, the meds really worked, or this would have happened at some point. I certainly didn't 'relax' this cycle! I think we had sex 6 days in a row to be super sure we caught my fertile window. I did completely enjoy myself on my one week solo holiday, but I don't think that has any affect on this result. 

Overall, I am so glad I took the test - I can avoid wine, oysters, sushi, and all the other wonderful food here. I'm glad I got my fill of them before I tested, but so relieved to know I can start making the right choices for myself now. And I know everyone said it will be perfect timing whenever it happens, but for me it really is. I will be able to just finish out my work contract with my due date of June 30th. I've always wanted a summer baby, and it gives us enough time to save up before baby arrives. 

That's all for now, I'm going to get back to this delicious, non-alcoholic drink!