When I found out I was pregnant – I freaked out. My husband and I were trying to have a baby, so you’d think I would have been aware that this was a possibility. But the thing about pregnancy and child birth is that pretty much everything you think you know about it turns out to be misguided, misrepresented, or just flat out wrong. So even though I was actively hoping for and trying to become pregnant, I still lost my shit when it happened.
It took about a month and a half for the fog I felt to lift, and I started to actually enjoy the thought of having a baby, instead of just freaking out that we weren’t ready, didn’t have enough money, our lives were about to change forever, etc. Continue reading