11 months ago, JB and I found out that we were going to be parents. I remember the exact moment as if it were yesterday. We decided we wanted to go out to eat at our favorite restaurant, Chow. As we were leaving I started feeling extremely nauseous, and on the way home I suddenly was thinking "Oh my gosh...what if I'm pregnant??" I asked JB to stop at the gas station so that I could pick up a pregnancy test, and as soon as we got home I headed straight for the bathroom. Most pregnancy tests say to wait a couple of minutes for the results to show up, but I remember those two lines appearing within about 30 seconds. In that moment, I was in absolute shock. I started pacing back and fourth and could barely breathe. JB came running into the room, and as soon as I told him that the test was positive, he started crying happy tears. I remember him saying "Oh my gosh, I'm going to be a dad!" It suddenly went from being one of the scariest moments of my life, to the happiest.
The first trimester for me was awful, and I was nauseous all day, everyday. If you do have morning sickness, no matter what time of the day, eat something. That will ALWAYS ALWAYS help (or at least it did for me). Although it was a rough few months with the morning sickness, they did go by very fast. We had SO much fun keeping track of the growth of Bradley, by using an app called Baby Center. If you are pregnant or are a new mama, this app is a great way to not only keep up with the growth of the baby, but also to communicate with other mamas and soon to be mamas. The second trimester is what most pregnant women call the "honeymoon stage," and that is a very accurate description. This is when we started feeling baby kick and hiccup, and could even hear the heartbeat with our fetal doppler. The third trimester was.....exhausting and long. Don't get me wrong, it was so neat to be in this stage because the baby kicked all of the time, (when I pushed on my belly, played music, or even just walked around) but being that huge was very very uncomfortable, which made it difficult to do most things. I know that this can depend upon the person though, because some pregnant women stay small throughout their whole pregnancy. I, on the other hand, gained 53 pounds, which is a bit more than the recommended amount, and my stomach was HUGE (or at least it felt that way). Below is a picture of me about 30 minutes before my water broke. I was 38 weeks and 5 days pregnant, and yes, it happened right in the middle of the worst snow storm here in 100 years.
I'm not going to lie, the 3rd trimester feels like forever. By the time I was 30 weeks, I was ready to have the baby and the days were dragging by. When the time did come, it surprisingly wasn't as crazy as I always imagined it to be. My water broke while I was making dinner, and I told JB that I really wanted to eat first, so I finished cooking, we ate, grabbed our hospital bag, and then ventured out into the lovely snowstorm just praying that we would get to the hospital safe. Once we got to the hospital, I was examined by a doctor and was told that I was 2 CM dilated, but since my water had broken, I was officially being admitted and having the baby that night! I called my parents who live an hour and a half away, and they decided to attempt the drive up here. What a crazy crazy experience this turned out to be. I totally understand now when women say that giving birth is and will be the hardest and most painful thing you will ever endure. Any woman that goes through childbirth with no medication: props to you! I was given pitocen around midnight to make my contractions more frequent, and let me tell you, they were frequent and PAINFUL. I ended up going from 2 CM to 9 CM within 2 hours, which the doctor and nurses were not expecting, so I finally received my epidural at 9 CM. Getting the epidural was the best decision that I have ever made. I was able to nap for a little bit, and when I woke up I felt like I needed to push! I told the nurse that I thought it was time, and when she checked, I was 10 CM and she could feel his head! I called my mom and she said that they had just arrived at the hospital! It took them a whopping 6 hours rather than an hour and a half, but I was able to have both my mom and JB there with me when I delivered. I did say that this experience was very painful, but it is so worth it. Once Bradley was in my arms, none of that even mattered anymore. All that mattered was that we had our baby boy!