|There’s a new little Webeck on the way!|
You see that beautiful little bundle of blossoming baby there? It is the next piece of the puzzle of our little slice of life, due to make it’s grand entrance into our world in early March 2013 (yes, right in time to coincide with the start of the NRL season – we timed that oh so well, didn’t we?!)
The common response to this baby announcement, besides being overwhelmed with well wishes, was certainly surprise that we were adding to our little family after so long – after all I spent MANY years vociferously protesting my right to only be able to have one child. Never in a million years did I want a repeat experience of what happened with the arrival of number one. And the cluckiness that people often feel at the sight of super cute little bundles of newborns? For so long it failed to make a reappearance in my spectrum of emotions – all I could summon was fear. But, eventually the niggling little voice hidden deep inside my heart grew beyond a whisper. Would I live to regret not giving my son a sibling? Would I always wonder if second time around the parenting track might treat me a little differently?
Would there be something – someone – always missing from our world?
Soon the voice grew to a crescendo I could no longer ignore. So I sought many facets of help to finally overcome this fear of mine, and after some time, we eventually were blessed with those two pink lines that pronounced “PREGNANT”!
I look back on that moment the result sprang to life on the test, knowing it would be a true reflection of how I honestly felt.
Unconsciously, I grinned, and pumped the air with a gleeful fist. A good first sign if ever there was one!
And even though I was shaking with shock by the time I had to share the news with The Husband, and spent the first week steeped in a surreal daze there has been an abundance of joy at the thought of another life coming to colour our world.
Keeping “mum” though on the topic was certainly tough. After spilling the secret to our closest friends and family and swearing them to silence for what ended up a period of 7 LONG weeks, was tough. I became very antisocial, both with illness and fear I wouldn’t be able to keep up the façade of health I was meant to be experiencing.
Even though it’s been a trying first trimester, feeling as though I’ve endured each day with a throbbing hangover, moving as if trying to walk through quicksand, and literally falling into bed each night feeling as if I’ve just completed the London half marathon, I would not swap any of it for even a second. Because I know feeling this way equals the health of the little body blossoming within.
And as we turn the corner from winter into spring, so too do I feel the tides moving back to tranquil. Energy is making a slow, but long overdue reappearance and I am ready to embrace all that awaits with pregnancy number 2!