It’s hard to know when is the right time to make this announcement. On the one hand, the minute you see those two blue lines on the test your heart wants to shout it from the rooftops (and you feel like it’s written all over your face anyway). Indeed some of my friends found out very early purely from the smile on my face and my inability to hide it when confronted. On the other hand, when 1 in 3 pregnancies end in miscarriage (the majority in the first trimester) your brain tells you to wait. Wait till it’s safe. Wait till you’re passed the danger stage.
I am now exactly 14 weeks pregnant and reasonably out of the danger zone. It’s also getting increasingly difficult to hide, my stomach is growing, my nausea is ever present and it was getting hard to keep finding excuses to turn down alcohol! All our close family and friends have been told and now we can finally begin to shout it from the roof tops.
Seeing that positive result was the happiest moment of my life. My partner has three beautiful kids already and whilst I love them dearly, I always felt a pang of sadness. He has a relationship with them, as their Dad, that I will never have as their Step-Mum. We are very close but they already have a Mum and I would always just be Carrie to them. I wasn’t particularly broody until Jack and I moved in together, but seeing that love and bond the four of them hold made me realise how desperately I wanted it.
We’d been trying for a few months and my period had been late once before so I waited an extra long time before taking the test. My boobs hurt, I was tired, nauseous and a week late but I didn’t want the disappointment of another negative result. When I finally built up the courage to take the test I snuck out of the bedroom first thing on a Saturday morning while Jack was still asleep; I wanted to process the result, positive or negative, myself first. Those 2 minutes were the longest wait of my life. When the result changed i sat and stared in disbelief. Then I sat and cried.
Even now it is hard to believe that this is really happening. That right now there is a baby, the size of a lime, inside my tummy. My beautiful perfect baby. I can’t wait for the first time I feel it move inside of me so I can really start to believe it is real!
So how about you mums? How long did you wait to tell people you were pregnant? How did you do it?