out of order but I should probably give some backstory. Eva was very much wanted and almost completely planned. I’d had the paraguard between kids and had it removed when Mia was 3.5 because Chris and I wanted our kids about 4 years apart. We were doing well financially, were in the midst of house hunting, both enjoying and doing well at our jobs, had great enough credit to be approved for a home loan, saved enough money to cover maternity leave, we were ready. I wanted to do a body cleanse between removing the IUD and getting pregnant just to reset my body. WELLLL TMI but I’m a Fertile Myrtle and got pregnant 4 days after the IUD was out. LMAO
I knew and the moment she was conceived. I just knew it. The day my period was late I tested and it came back negative. “hmm I’ll test tomorrow.” So I did again with fresh morning pee but no, still negative. I thought maybe I was out of sync with my body or something because I’m usually super in tune and my cycle was always 34 days… I just waited for AF to arrive but meanwhile ate sloppy joes every day for a week. Then at 7 days late while moving to a bigger apartment, with a lease we planned to break once we found a house, Chris demanded I retest.
“eh babe, I’m fine. It’s probably out of wack from taking the ‘pussy anchor’ (his nickname for it) out.” He insisted so I did. BIG OL’ POSITIVE! IMMEDIATE HAPPY! NO MORE LIFTING. We were seriously elated.
I think from then on my body said “oh you know now, awesome here’s all that comes with being pregnant hehehehe” and I had the total opposite of Mia’s pregnancy. Mia was so easy physically, but emotionally I was terrified and relentlessly mean to Chris. Eva drained everything from me from the start. I had such bad nausea that I lost weight.. somewhere around 10 pounds that I didn’t really have to lose. One day I ate like one orange and a few leaves of a salad with no dressing. Debilitating migraines, lightning crotch, constant hip pain, extreme fatigue. When the sun went down, my mind shut off. “It’s probably karma for having it so easy with Mia and because I have a 3 year old to chase around when I’m off work too now.” Tears would fight their way out at almost anything heartwarming. I cried over a beekeepers first honey harvest. I cried over commercials, songs, any video of a dad with his kids.
In the midst of this I was trying to find a midwife. If you’re a parent of multiple kids you already know that you’re just so much more relaxed with the second one. There has to be a study out there proving a direct correlation between birth order and lack of urgency in addressing issues with kids. So, I took my time. I had no need to rush at this point. After 2 tours/interviews, one with my mom and another with Mia, I went to the last one with Chris and Mia. “NO CHANCE IN HELL BABE. NOT HAPNIN.” were the exact words in my ear after our tour.
So I finally met with Dr. Wells (at the time Dew because she got married mid-pregnancy-whoa doctors have lives outside of their job) around 11 weeks. Had a sono which confirmed my guess date and saw my little squish! I’d already felt really connected to this baby. Again, opposite with Mia who I didn’t feel connected to REALLY until I met her face-to-face. This baby felt like mine from day 1. 🙂