Late & Right on Schedule

Do you ever think of something, and shortly thereafter, it manifests? There are many theories about this, some of which I find interesting to try out. For the past several years, I’ve been a curious studier of such theories, specifically the Law of Attraction, although now more than ever in my life am I noticing more and more my desires and my life matching up. This next part of the #MakeMeAMommy adventure is one example.

As mentioned in my last excerpt, Ben had a plan and we were on-track. We had each established residency in Virginia and signed up for health insurance, mine of which would kick in starting February 2020. We did all of this knowing that Ben’s current work in Connecticut would finish in early February, but unsure when he would be starting back on the next season. It could very well be right away or there could be a break of an indefinite length of time. We got word at the end of January, the break would begin in a week and last at least two months. So, I (anxiously) made my arrangements with the open-ended information at hand, put in a full two weeks at my jobs before taking my (hopefully short) leave, and Ben and I moved back to Virginia just in time for Valentine’s Day.

Once in Virginia, I wanted to get to Step 3 as soon as possible, in order to get to Step 4! So, I found an OBGYN and set up the first-available well-woman appointment. Between the time I scheduled the appointment and the actual appointment, things changed.

I was late. 2 days, not unusual. 3 days, suspect. 4 days…Ben put his hands on my midriff with wonder and awe, “There might be our baby inside you!” 5 days? Time for a pregnancy test. That night, we had invited a few friends over for dinner, I was roasting a lamb shoulder, I took the test and…eeee!…called Ben right away! Luckily, I caught him just before he picked up one of our friends on his way home from work. If I hadn’t caught him then, I wasn’t sure when I would have an opportunity to privately tell him. And surely, he would be confused at my refusal of a glass of wine with dinner.

Watercolor and ink by your’s truly over baby’s 1st pic.

Our friends joined for a fun dinner, while all night, Ben and I secretly celebrated. Secrets, I’m no good at…as the evening started to dwindle down, and most everyone except one friend, Jessica, had disappeared, I started to feel hot. “Is it hot in here?” I ask, and start to turn down the thermostat. “No…” Jessica says and exchanges a look with Ben “…are you pregnant?” Needless to say, I changed my appointment from “well-woman” to “first prenatal”. It’s as though our little one knew exactly when to show up!

The Man With a Plan

Long story short, Ben & I navigated our way through a long-distance courtship and relationship for nearly a year from the first time we spoke. He asked me to move to the East Coast to live with him, and after putting into place some important boundaries for myself, I agreed with pleasure.

I enjoy allowing him to lead us, and am also willing to initiate conversations if I find myself questioning our progress. The magic happens best when I voice my feelings along with quantifiable goals and then I shut-up. Like planting a seed in the soil, it may or may not sprout, but it will certainly not sprout if I keep digging it up to check on it.

The topic of starting a family was one of those seeds. One magical day, Ben came to me of his own accord and shared with me his plan for us to get to work on Mission #MakeMeAMommy. It included a few steps and deadlines (which I love!).

Spending Thanksgiving 2019 visiting friends in North Carolina, shortly after applying for our Virginia drivers licenses.

  • Step 1: Establish residency in our new home state of choice, Virginia, before the end of 2019.

  • Step 2: Set up health insurance in Virginia effective starting early 2020, ready for whenever we would next be back in Virginia from Connecticut during a break from Ben’s work.

  • Step 3: I would schedule a well-woman’s exam shortly after coverage began to make sure I was good-to-go on getting pregnant.

  • Step 4: #MakeMeAMommy!!! Responsibly.

I was over the moon excited that my man had a plan. Hot!