ANOTHER OLD POST I NEVER PUBLISHED.
THIS WAS PROBABLY WRITTEN IN OCTOBER 2013.
Well, I'm five months pregnant (almost 22 weeks) and woke up at 5:00 a.m. because Kaua, #1, was yelling in his sleep (dreaming his brother made sheshe in the bed, lol, I know).
Now I can't go back to sleep and with my mind awake, had a burning desire to blog my BFP story before I forget. I thought I didn't record when I found out about Ho'ea's pregnancy, but I did, whew!
So without further adieu, here is what I can remember:
I was getting ready for a hula competition held in June on another island. It was going to be our last time to enter for a while (according to our Kumu), so there was a lot of pressure to do well. Practices were tough and the first night of the weekend we went (June 21-22) over, we experienced some harsh words from our Kumu.
I remember it was a thursday night and our stage rehearsal went all wrong. We were late for our stage time, which is extremely valuable in terms of spacing and blocking. Then the radio didn't work because he couldn't find the batteries for them...it was awful.
So that night, we stayed late and practiced outside till well past 11pm. I remember feeling very very strong cramps, more so than usual. I remember commenting to my hula sisters that I was expecting to get my period soon (because I think I was due that Monday or so). And it had been the prior year at the last hula competition that I first got my period after my pregnancy and nursing period with Ho'ea (the prior year I had weaned Ho'ea off of breastfeeding at about 10.5 months so that I wouldn't have to breast feed at the hula competition while I was away from him.) My other hula sister/bestie said that she was expected to get her period too, and she had hers the same time as me the last hula competition too.
Anyways, the hula competition was good. We went out and celebrated the evening of the last night and we drank alcohol and had fun as all girls do.
No more thought was paid to my period, until the following week when we came home. I ended up not getting my period on the designated day. I also didn't get it for the following 4 days either. I was five days late.
I still had no real reason to think I was pregnant however, because just the prior cycle before, I had been late for my period for a good week or so and I thought I could have been pregnant then, but nope, I wasn't. The stress of a job change (reduction in hours at my old parttime job leading to me picking up another parttime job to then work full time). The stress had apparently caused a delay in my cycle. So of course, with the huge stress placed on me for the hula competition, I thought the same thing would be happening again.
So one Friday morning, I remember DH was still away at work and had not come home yet, I sat on the toilet and took a pregnancy test. (I had ordered a bunch of cheapies on the internet, for testing, just in case as a result of the prior period delay). I figured, ah, what the heck...I should just take one, you never know. I also remember not really thinking I was actually pregnant, though, because I had no pregnancy symptoms at all.
I remember sitting on the toilet and reading my mobile phone (checking FB probably) and just so happen to glance over and see....BFP! I was like, wait, what?! I was truly surprised and shocked. This pregnancy was entirely unplanned and unexpected. Although, I suppose it was to be expected at some point because we were not actually taking any form of contraceptive and were both open to the possibility of having a third (hence the no contraception - I thought, if God thinks I'm ready for three, then he'll give me a third).
Looks like he thought I was ready for three! (Three boys that is! Yes, it's another boy, but that's a different post).
So when DH came home that morning, I casually left the pregnancy test on our kitchen counter and waited till he saw it. He saw it in about 5 minutes of walking in and he looked at me and immediately new what that meant. He was so happy. You could see the goofy grin on his face. The first thing he said was classic, he said "How did that happen?". Which I thought was very funny, and I said, "How do you think?"
He definitely had a lot more of an excited reaction than me. Already having the two boys, I was and still am very nervous. The two boys are definitely a handful (more like a whole bucketload full). And with DH gone all the time for work, I'm often feeling like a single mom. Can I really handle 3? Oh man, I suppose God thinks I can!
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