The greatest love of all

Hey! Long time no see as you may have noticed! And as you may have noticed, our little baby girl has arrived a couple of weeks ago. She will be 6 weeks tomorrow! Time flies, it really does!

Actually my due date was 04/18/15, but I already had contractions when I was 35 weeks pregnant and was hospitalized for a week. From week 36, my doc told me that she could arrive every second.

The plan was that my boyfriend would come back from Cape Town on 04/10/15 until 04/26/15, so he would arrive at my place on 04/11/15 in the afternoon. I begged him to change his flight, so he came back on 03/28/15 and had to fly back on 04/10/15, so he had to leave on 04/09/15 in the afternoon.

We were waiting patiently for the little one but soon found out that she probably won’t make it until 04/10/15. So I begged him again to stay another week. And luckily he did.

Funny, the real contractions started at 3 AM on 04/10/15. And the little one was born on 2.18 AM on 04/11/15. One way or another, if he wouldn’t have changed his flight back or sticked to the original plan, he wouldn’t have had the possibility to experience the delivery but luckily he did. And he’s such a proud dad, even when he sees his daughter again for the first time at the end of july.

In my upcoming post, I’ll give you the complete insights of THE HAPPENING and how we tried to force it. 😉



The moment of truth…

This is about taking the test.

Seriously, I took the test on a friday morning. I was bored. The baby father was on vacation. I only took the test because I bought it a couple of years ago and got on my period right in the moment I wanted to take it. I took it because it was going to expire soon. I didn’t expect it to come out as positive, I really didn’t, I took the test a couple of days BEFORE I expected my period to come.

My first reaction was me laughing out loud. I went to a drug store immediately to buy a second test. I even googled if a positive test can be negative too. I even went to my gyn to ask about it.

After I took the second test, which turned out as positive too, I went to my work. I took out my phone and sent a whatsapp message to the baby father, who wasn’t my boyfriend by this time. We were seeing each other for almost 1,5 years, but we never made it official. His reaction made me cry. He told me he didn’t want the baby and I have to terminate. So I sat there- crying at work. My boss asked me what happened and I told him. He told me the same thing the baby father told me. From the first moment I knew I was pregnant, I knew I’m going to keep my baby, wether he’s leaving me alone or not.

One day later, I left for vacation with friends. I didn’t tell anyone, even when they asked me why I’m not drinking, I just responded that I just don’t feel like it.

When I came back from vacation 10 days later, I got fired from my job. I just agreed on taking 6 months off from my study to earn money. All bad things that could happen, happened to me. So I had to figure out what to do. I couldn’t talk to the baby father because he had a girl from France over, another ‘friend with benefits’.

I immediately contacted my university to delay my break from school. And let me tell you, everything worked out fine in the end and the baby father isn’t the asshole I thought he is.

Mommies, tell me about the experience you had when taking your pregnancy test.