I am like a blog archeologist, going through posts for the month of September, trying to glean any insight on how it felt to be pregnant for those first four weeks.
Unlike other months, I didn’t really suspect anything …
On Sept. 14 — The “technical” Day 15 (but really, around the time it all happened) –I took up running out of the blue.
On Sept. 18 (Day 19) I made a huge list of baby/TTC songs.
On Sept. 21 (Day 22), I posted a video of the Dixie Chicks song about trying to conceive — So Hard — without realizing we already had.
On Sept. 22 (Day 23), I got all crazy-organize-y and made lists of my Christmas goals. Omigod, how far along will I be at Christmas??? Hold on … it will be the end of my fourth month. Cool. Aren’t pregnant women always revered around the holidays? Like Mary?
On Sept. 24 (Day 25), I scrapped my new schedule.
And finally, on Sept. 25 (Day 26), I had a hopeful inkling because I felt nauseous and didn’t feel Aunt Flow coming on.
When I think about how crazy I got in July and August — being completely certain that I had “all the symptoms,” I want to laugh. The month that I suspected nothing, I ended up being pregnant.
Maybe this a true sign of parenthood — just might think you have it all figured out, but really, you have no idea?
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)