I’m going to start off saying that I will NEVER regret getting pregnant or having my son. He’s the best thing that has ever happened to me and I love him more than life.

With that being said… he was a surprise. We had just moved across the country and 3 weeks later found out that I was pregnant. I peed on that fancy little stick (actually forgot that I did because I was getting ready for work) and it showed the darkest + sign I have ever seen. I was so in shock that I had to google what a positive pregnancy test looked like🤦🏻‍♀️.

My husband was sleeping so I finished getting ready and flew to Walmart where I picked up 2 different kinds of tests, then went to work. Those test obviously said positive, so I waited until I got home to tell my husband the news. He was also shocked but excited. The first thing that comes out of his mouth was “but I thought you were on birth control”.

Well now we know that shit isn’t 100% affective.

Honestly, being pregnant pretty much sucked. You are tired all of the time, your hormones are off their rocker, you have these weird ass cravings (mine was Code Red Mountain Dew and Whoppers), AND when you are almost at the finish line you can’t breath for shit! I of course became a whale and got gestational diabetes.

Then the glorious moment came when I was 37 weeks. It was 1am Christmas Eve morning and I waddled to the bathroom for the 6th time that night. I finish peeing and then came the gush of my water breaking. Here I am sitting butt ass naked on the toilet yelling for my husband (and mom who was there at the time visiting) to grab the hospital bag.

Long story short, I was in pain. I thought I was going to be a badass and not get the epidural but I caved at 14 hours in. 20 hours in labor and my little nugget decided to give me hell for the first time and wrap the cord around his neck. There I went into the delivery room for an emergency C-section. It was all worth it though because I gave birth to a healthy 7lb 2 oz baby boy.

Just in case you forgot the date I mentioned before… Christmas Eve! Talk about a shit birthday. I already am stressing out about how I’m going to separate a major holiday and my sons birthday. All I can say is this; you can plan your pregnancy from start to finish, but not a single thing you had planned will happen the way you intended it.