The first trimester was full of trial and error...and trials. Baby Mama sent texts all day, every day, and expected many phone calls. She asked a lot of questions and one day, I even broke down in stressed out tears because I was frustrated that I didn’t have the early pregnancy symptoms that she asked me about every day. I felt like I was doing something wrong, I was terrified that I would lose her baby, and I was so tired of having to keep myself sane and support her with all of her emotions as well. At seven weeks pregnant, I got the “morning” sickness and exhaustion that would serve as our daily reassurance that everything with Little Fetus was fine. A notable memory in my first trimester was the day I drank coffee. I must have missed the hints from Mama before the transfer that would have clued me in to her mildly psychotic reaction to my admission to drinking a small cup of caffeinated coffee early in the pregnancy.
The second trimester was better. Although the morning sickness stuck around longer than I had hoped, I had a little more energy. Baby Mama and I were starting to feel more comfortable with our roles in the baby’s development; I was to be as healthy as possible while Mama was to do her best to keep me stress-free. We had gone shopping together and tried to develop a more “sisterly” kind of relationship. There were still times where she would step on my toes (figuratively) or the other way around. I was very thankful to have Matt around as he gave me perspective and kept me level-headed when my hormones desired drama. We found out that the little person in my uterus has a va-jay-jay. This was fun for all of us. For the intended mom and dad, it was a major pregnancy milestone. For me, it was confirmation that I’m doing this right, there was a healthy kid in there…
As everyone can probably assume, the third trimester was magical. Okay, not really, but it was definitely the best. Eve’s parents were in full on plan and prepare mode. I was getting mentally prepared to have a baby that I wouldn’t get to hold without her parents’ permission. I had to go to the hospital three different times for preterm contractions, but she was stubborn enough to hang out in my midsection until our scheduled c-section date of July 26. Baby Mama and I had developed a solid friendship by this point. I got to go to her baby shower and meet all of her lovely friends and family. Seeing how excited they were and how much Miss Eve was loved just made me ready to see Babe with her real mom and dad. We were all just so ready for the Big Day.
On July 26th, I had a perfect surgical delivery. My husband was by my side whispering words of encouragement to me while the Doctor pushed and tugged the beautiful, healthy, seven pound seven ounce bundle from my loins. Eve's sweet mother got to be in the operating room to see her take her first breath. Baby Mama and I are very close friends and I am so proud of her and her patience, love, and [enter additional, positive adjective here]. She is an amazing person with an amazing, and now complete, family.
