A cliche exists that young girls spend their childhoods planning their wedding day. I don’t know if there is truth to that, however i know i spent my childhood daydreaming about being a mother. As a bright-eyed kid whenever i was asked what i wanted to be when i was older the answer would always be two things; a petshop owner and a mother.
Currently i am a nurse so i am shooting for one out of two here.
At 25 years old my dear husband and i got married, went on a long honeymoon and then came back ready to make a little human half me and half him. I promised myself i wouldn’t go crazy tracking my ovulation and timing baby dancing as others around me had. It is fair to say i failed. I started tracking my ovulation using a clear blue digital test which shows you a smiley face on your two most fertile days. I got to cycle day 16 of my 28 day cycle with no surge and started to panic. My app said i should of ovulated at day 14 and sometimes i have a 24 day cycle so it was getting kind of late. On day 19 when that smiley face showed up i literally jumped with joy. Que baby dancing.
Next began the dreaded wait to find out if we were successful. It was two weeks laters on a sunday morning when i decided to test. I was part of a group of girls who had matching cycles and out of us 4 the other 3 had already gotten their positive that month. I peed on the stick whilst hubby was in bed with the dog and within a minute that second line was there staring back at me. This was our first cycle trying and i could not believe it.
I had always planned to tell my hubby in an elaborate way like a giant cookie stating if i was to get fat so was he, or a tshirt on our dog saying big sister. However, when that second line showed up there way no way i could contain myself for a whole day waiting for him to go to work so i could plan. I ended up running straight into the bedroom where my husband was and cuddled the dog asking her out loud if she wanted to tell her dad a secret. He shot me a glare as i often did this but the secret was never anything that warranted attention so he exclaimed with sarcasm ‘What?’. I replied ‘Did you tell your dad you are going to be a big sister?’ and he bolted. He ran straight to the bathroom and then ran back. I couldn’t tell if he was more excited or petrified. He just kept repeating ‘this isn’t real’ and ‘I’m going to be a dad’. I gave him time to let it sink in and held off baby talk until he came out with ‘what about this name?’ and then the excitement sky rocketed and it was on.
That second line was all i had ever dreamed of. That second line held so many possibilities, so much responsibility, and i couldn’t wait.
The Fertile Years 