Pink or blue?
Since myself and Mr Mitchell have been together, we had always talked about having a family. We were both so over the moon to be expecting our pea, we didn’t mind if they were a boy or girl. Many people asked if we had a preference, and the truth is I didn’t. I just wanted our baby to be healthy. However, I had always imagined my first child being a boy.
Growing a tiny human is exhausting!
12 precious weeks.
It feels like I’ve been pregnant for years…and yet at the same time it still feels like only yesterday we got that positive pregnancy test. Most people who don’t know me and are reading this (if that’s anyone apart from me!), will probably think I’m just starting my pregnancy, having only just started my blog. In fact, I’m currently 29 weeks pregnant and taking this chance to remember the journey I’ve come along. I’m trying to catch up before my baby arrives.
“I’m having a baby!”
It was month 5 of our TTC journey when me and Mr Mitchell decided to go away for valentines day. It was a good opportunity to talk through our plans. Originally we had decided we would have a month off over March. Neither of us thought a December baby would be practical and to be honest, I think we both needed a break from the disappointment.
While we were away, we decided we would continue trying. Both of us wanted a baby more than we didn’t want our Christmas plans being disturbed or the babies birthday to be close to Christmas. Sometimes I think and plan too much. It felt silly to miss out on a month trying, when this could be the month. Mr Mitchell told me, “if it happens, it happens and it was meant to be”. So we left it like that.