I found out a few weeks ago that I’m pregnant. Although it hasn’t quite set in, the realisation that I would do absolutely anything for this child dawned on me this morning as I stared into space. I was in bed, jobless, and feeling hopeless.
Yesterday, our lives were thrown into disarray when I received a phone call releasing me from my full-time job. I am 9 weeks and 5 days pregnant, sick to my stomach, tired and now jobless and terrified. It’s 4 days before Christmas 2018 and I thought this was the best time to write all of this out. I know that it will be okay, because it has to be.
On a brighter note, we received our first scan date through the post yesterday. On the 10th of January 2019, we have the opportunity to hear our baby’s heart beat for the first time, and have the first, real time confirmation that we’re going to be parents to a healthy child. At least, that’s the hope.
This first post is my vow that I will do anything I can to give my child the best life possible. It’s a scary and uncertain time, but its also the most excited and full of love that I have ever been.
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