I remember when I first found out I was pregnant…it was last year during spring break, I was definitely in denial! It was actually my mom who told me I was pregnant, you know when they say your mom knows before you tell her..yes so true, b/c mine knew. I think I was too shocked to even cry at the moment, which did not stop my cousin from bursting into tears. She had bought me the test because I refused to take one and she was more emotional than I was when we saw the infamous “double lines”. I did not know what to think but I did know I was not going to confirm it with my mom so soon, so of course I waited! The first person I called was his father. I was actually a bit uneasy because when he left to go to his Spring Break vacation I had broke off with him so we did not really leave on the best of terms, then I found out I was pregnant…just my luck right!
My first few months were the worse. I vomited EVERY morning for four months straight, sleep was impossible at night, and I had the worst headaches. Most of my headaches were because of my son’s father. That dude stressed me out so much in the beginning, I even considered taking the easy way out…abortion. I did not consider it solely b/c of him, I too just felt like it was too much for me to handle at the moment. After a few months, his dad and I finally got things together, especially without his outside drama and when his ex learned to mind her business!
The biggest cope for me during my pregnancy was getting control of all those different emotions! I was hit by a rush of confusion, sadness, and anger most of the time. I have to say that I had never cried so much in all my life than when I was pregnant! I am really not emotional, but during that time any little thing could bring on tears. I remember going to my mom’s room at 3 or 4 o’clock many mornings waking her up crying hysterically, and most of the time for minor things. It was ridiculous!
I would have to say that my delivery was easy! Yes, I said easy! The doctors drugged me up so much I barely remember it, which is bittersweet, but I can proudly say I felt no pain. I was lucky to have my sister, my mother and Kameron’s dad by my side the entire time. I was due on November 10, 2010, but since my lil man is super chill, he wasn’t trying to come out so they started to induce me at 3:00pm on Nov.11 and I delivered Kameron Makaryi Spencer at 1:30 pm on Nov.12th. He weighed in at 6lbs, 5oz, 18 inches. Seeing that little person come out of me was amazing! He wasnt crying or anything, just looking around like “hey ya’ll”! I held him first because I was trying to breastfeed…fail! It was harder than I thought so I passed him on to his daddy and I was out for the count.
Bringing him home was not as busy as people make it seem. I did have to get used to waking up every two hours throughout the night, but it did not bother me because I knew what I was getting myself into before I had him, so I was good! I have great family and friend support and his father is great with him so I did not and still don’t have any complaints….except the horrible baby weight!
I gained about 70lbs during my pregnancy. Tights were my best friend! I made sure to keep my sexy at its peak when I was pregnant though. I hate to see women who are expecting walk around with their hair not done, feet busted and wearing sweat pants and a big t-shirt! Double negative. Luckily, I did not get the swollen feet or widened nose that most women get, my hips did spread though. It has been almost three months and I still can only fit about four pairs of my old jeans, sad. I’m still losing weight slowly but surely and I plan to join the gym soon but my confidence is where it has always been, above average! It did not take me long to bounce back because I never fell off.
One point of advice I would give women who are expecting is to never lose sight of who you are. Pregnancy can introduce you to feelings you may have never experienced. Being happy with yourself is the foundation to handling tough situations. Just remember those pregnancy hormones will disappear in a few months, and you will be back to “normal”(whatever your normal may be).
Being a mother has matured me and given me motivation to give my son the best life I possibly can. I’m blessed with a beautiful son, his father is the best, and very supportive family and friends that I would not trade for anything.
This story is so sweet! 🙂
Thanks Lacey;-)