Pre-Labour Day!




So my due date came and passed (18.09.13) and there was still no sign of a baby! I had family and friends left, right and centre constantly texting and calling to see if I was having any contractions, where the baby was or if I had even had him. This drove me absolutely insane - did they really not think I'd tell them or get somebody to let them know if there was any labour signs? I had to turn my phone off in the end hahah. To say I was moody, snappy, short tempered and generally down in the dumps was a big understatement! Saying that though, throughout my whole pregnancy my mood was, for the most part, quite upbeat and positive. This shocked me because I thought I'd be an emotional wreck - Ole got lucky ;)

I had my 'sweep' (where the midwife internally sweeps over your cervix to help start labour off) and she told me I was already 3cm dilated and I contracted on her hand!! Obviously this got me very optimistic and excited so when me and Ole got home we went for a really long walk to try and get things going. Considering I was over 40 weeks pregnant at this point and waddling more than a duck would, walking for a long time was really uncomfortable but if it meant the baby came, I was up for anything. The end result? Nothing.


Next on the list was raspberry leaf tea, a hot curry, downing about 1/2 a bottle of lactulose (I couldn't get castor oil anywhere so this was the next best thing! Although all it did was mean I was constantly on the loo...), and yeah, even sex! The end result of these? Yep. Nothing


It's mad how crazy reading all the different wives tales about how they started their labours' off can make you. You invest in all these different ideas and you actually believe they'll work for you. The truth is, every woman on the planet is different, and yes a hot curry may help one woman, and driving over speed bumps really fast may help another. But at the end of the day, nature is nature and you can't push it. The baby will come when the baby wants to; but as an overdue, fed up and incredibly emotional pregnant woman, accepting this is a massive thing to ask. For me also, about 2 weeks prior, I had had some really painful Braxton's Hicks which lasted about 8 hours regularly - so I thought that was gonna' be the real thing! 


After about 4 days of doing anything and everything I could to try and make myself go into labour, I gave up. I finally accepted that you can't force something that doesn't want to be. You can't force love, you can't force a child to eat all their vegetables at dinner, you can't force your size 5/38 foot into a size 3/36 shoe just because you really want them, and you definitely cannot force a baby to come out when it doesn't want to. 


In hindsight, completely relaxing and letting nature take it's own course was the best thing I did in the end (as 1.5 days later my contractions actually started and 2 days later I was holding my beautiful boy!) Labour post to follow...



J xxx

NCT




NCT is the UK's largest parental charity that offer information and support to new and existing parents. Me and Ole decided to book NCT as we were too late to have the NHS antenatal classes (my fault for not reading the pink book properly!) As we were under 21 and didn't have a high income at the time, we got almost 90% off the original price which we thought was amazing!


Our first class was on the 24th of August (I would've been about 36 weeks pregnant; all the other mummies to be were about 30 weeks!). The class was 09:30-16:00. Me and Ole originally thought this was quite a long time but once we had got going the time went really fast! In this session we covered 'pre-labour, labour and birth'. Ole and I both found this very interesting and it made Ole much more confident in knowing how to support me during labour and birth. We learned massage techniques, breathing techniques, signs of labour & different pain relief (the body's natural endorphin's are as strong as gas and air if you get your breathing right!!!). 


We completed different tasks such as:


* Placing diagrams in the correct order which reflect labour.

* What we thought the pros and cons of each pain relief were; gas and air, pethidine, epidural and TENS machines.

* Labour relaxation techniques and visualisations such as pretending you're blowing out a line of 5 candles one after the other (this is the breathing/panting you should be doing when the midwives ask you not to push)
* And many more!!

As well as learning about these different topics, Ole and I met some really great couples - including ourselves there were 6 couples. All of whom were roughly 30 weeks pregnant might I add so we were the first couple who would be giving birth! One of the mummies - Jo - was expecting twin girls and it was really interesting talking to her about the plans for her birth, as obviously it would be very different to ours as she was classed as a high risk pregnancy. Compared to everyone else I would say that me and Ole were the most relaxed about everything - which was funny as we were the youngest couple by at least 8-10 years I'd say. The other mummies were very anxious and scared about labour whereas I never felt that way.
Deciding to pay for our antenatal classes and for the experience of the NCT was something I would recommend to ANY parents/mummies to be (depending on your age and income there are massive discounts available which I don't think many people know about. - We got 90% off for our course). At first Ole and I didn't really feel like we learned that much; we felt like we knew most of what Anna was talking about. But actually, just being reassured that what you're thinking or doing is right, means a lot. Especially if it's your first baby/babies! 
Once our boy was born we realised how much NCT had actually helped us. I think it helped Ole a lot as he felt very much like he 'wouldn't be able to do anything right or be a good dad' which I think most men must feel like as it's a whole new playing field for them. NCT gave Ole confidence and made most of his fears about birth, labour and becoming a new parent disappear! It also assured him that regarding post-labour, he knew when my milk would be coming in for example, and he knew ways in which he could help me with the baby and my own personal recovery. I honestly don't know what I would've done without Ole by my side that first week or so - I couldn't even walk up the stairs or get in the bath by myself! I felt like such an invalid and felt like I was about 80. 

{ If you'd like to contact NCT for courses, advice, parenting tips, and so much more then visit their website: www.nct.org.uk  (just click here)  or you can call their helpline on: 0300 330 0700 }
You can even sign up to receive your FREE guide to pregnancy, your baby's development and life as a parent.

J xxx

More bump photos


So here I am 37 weeks pregnant!

I decided to take some more photos whilst pregnant before the baby arrived as I knew I'd treasure the photos forever and it would be interesting to see the difference from my last baby bump photos. As you can see I have grown quite a bit! Little man must be getting big!


Again I took the photos myself and I am pleased with how they have come out; I have even been asked to participate in a university interview for a student covering young pregnancy! Which I am thrilled about. I can't believe our gorgeous baby is due in just under three weeks time, the excitement I am feeling is indescribable! Definitely counting down the days til we meet our son.


As you can see also I managed to get Ole in on the action, and I'm so glad I did because I think these photos of us are amazing, and they're something I can treasure forever, and even get a couple blown up onto canvas when we finally move out :D



J xxx

Our Trip to Sidmouth






























































































































11th-16th August 2013
This was mine and Ole's little getaway before our son was due to enter the world.

Originally, we were meant to have a weekend away at a spa hotel which Ole had surprised me with, but when he went to book the treatments, the hotel said there were no more spaces - so we cancelled. Although it was a shame, I was soon to be going away with my family to Turkey for 10 days, and Ole was soon to be going away with his friends to Magaluf for 7 days. We knew that we both really wanted to get away together, just us before the baby arrived so we kept our options open. I even suggested camping to Ole's dismay haha. After searching through lots of options, Ole's mum recommended Sidmouth.

One of their family friends owns a house there right on the seafront, and Ole and his family had been and stayed numerous amounts of times during the summer so Ole knew the location fairly well. This seemed like a brilliant idea - and Debs didn't want any money either so this was even more appealing! We decided to drive down on the Sunday evening after Ole and I finished work at Vauxhall. The drive only took 3 hours without stopping but it was a gorgeous drive, especially with the summer sun setting around us. We drove past Stone Henge and a vast amount of gorgeous fields and farms, singing along to songs the whole way.

When we arrived it was dark but you could still see the waves lapping on the shore in the moonlight and I remember thinking that nature is beautiful. We unloaded all of our things after having a look in every single room of the house (it's 3 floors) - as you do! I think it must've been about 21:30 and we were peckish so we decided to go for a walk into the town which was only about 10 minutes away. After meandering through the cobbled streets, past the cute little shops we found a Tesco Express! Which was good because it was the only place open! We bought shepherds pie and some basics and decided we'd come back tomorrow for more supplies. After getting in and eating dinner at about 22:30, we snuggled up and watched a film.

For the whole duration we'd wake early - around 9ish, have some breakfast and watch some tv. Then fall asleep again til about 2pm, have some lunch and then go for a wander around Sidmouth. Although the beach was pebbled, it was gorgeous and so relaxing watching the children play in the sea, build sandcastle and watching people in boats. Of course we bought some seaside chips and donuts to share and we sat on deck chairs sharing them in the gorgeous sun.

It was the best week ever with Ole, totally relaxing enjoying each others company, doing what we wanted, when we wanted. We also both love to cook so making dinner every night was something we could share and have fun doing together. We even got some fudge and rock to take back with us - I grew quite a sweet tooth in my final few weeks of pregnancy. Walking around everywhere whilst 35 weeks pregnant had its advantages and disadvantages. Obviously the disadvantages were that by this point my bump was getting really heavy and this was putting a strain on my lower back and nerves. Plus I was waddling like you wouldn't believe - funny image to think about I know haha! The advantages though were that it made me feel good to be walking everywhere and at my own pace, knowing that with every step the baby was getting lower and lower into my pelvis!

It was sad to be leaving Sidmouth and back to reality but we were also excited as it was one week closer to meeting our baby boy!
Saying that, the journey home was horrendous. We left Sidmouth at about midday, and it took over 6 hours to get home (without stopping) due to a crash on the motorway, and as a result the motorway had to be shut, so we were crawling the whole way home!!

J xxx


Baby Bump Photos






































At this stage in my pregnancy, I was roughly 24 weeks pregnant. According to my very informative app 'BabyCentre', our little sprog was about 30cm at this point - the same length as a corn on the cob! What's also interesting is that at this point, my uterus was the size of a football! I think it's truly amazing to look back and see how much my bump has grown, and how quickly too. It's funny looking back and thinking "wow, I'm huge" - and then seeing how big I am now. Compared to how big my bump is now, this is a tiny bump!

I'm so happy with how these photos came out, especially as I captured and edited them myself. (Using my Canon 500D). I knew early on in my pregnancy I wanted to have some photos taken of my bump as I'm sure I won't be looking like this for a long while! Unfortunately Ole wasn't around for these photos but we've agreed we'll take some more nearer the end of my pregnancy so we can compare the differences!

I set up my tripod, pulled down my white blackout blind - which also works brilliantly as a photography screen, and after a while of trial and error, finally found the perfect position for my camera and the best position for me to stand/sit. At first I didn't really have an idea of what sort of poses to recreate, but the more photos I took, the more comfortable I became.

After taking these shots it made me realise that I could take photographs for other women in the future, as well as photos of newborns, babies and children. I got a really good response from the people I shared my photos with, and this has given me the confidence to make specialising in this sort of photography a possibility. It would also work around having a newborn myself, and it's fun, rewarding and wouldn't ever seem like a chore.

In other news, I am due to go abroad to Turkey in 4 weeks time so I am very excited about that! I'm going with my mum, her boyfriend and my three brothers. It's great timing as Ole will be going away to Magaluf with his friends at the same time. I can't wait to properly relax in the sunshine for 10 days, whilst getting a tan! I shall write a new post all about it once I'm home!


J xxx

30-04-13

Our baby boy // Ole & I on a work night out (roughly 19-20 weeks) //
Our smiling gorgeous sprog!

















































Tuesday 30th April 2013
This was the date we were given for my 20 week appointment; the appointment where the sonographer measures limbs, bones, the skull and the size of all main organs etc., as well as checking for the sex of the baby if that's what you want. I can admit that from when we found out about our pregnancy, I'd hoped for a little girl - the main reason being - I'm the only girl in my family so it'd be perfect to be the first one to bring a baby girl into the family! Yet as the weeks and days got closer to the 30th, that began to subside and I just felt like as long as everything was okay, I really didn't mind what sex our baby was. Ole from day one however had always wanted a little boy - obviously being a guy and having the first baby he naturally wanted a boy!


The weeks between our first scan and this one were pretty jam packed actually. Soon after our first scan, Ole and I got decorating our new bedroom and lounge. For our bedroom we chose an Oyster colour coupled with a Damson colour. As we had some of the Oyster colour left, we then used that for our lounge. Once the decorating was done, we had the furniture to buy! I think by the time we had completely finished going to Ikea for about the 6th time we could've easily walked around the whole shop with our eyes closed and known where we were going. Credit to my very generous Ole, he did pay for pretty much everything we bought - repeatedly telling me to get whatever I want. At the end of March we had all of our furniture delivered and had a right laugh building it all. We decided to build the wardrobe first and we got to the last ten points of instruction when we realised we'd put the main divider - and the main piece holding it all together, around the wrong way. Us being us just found it funny and figured out a way to turn it around without rebuilding the whole entire wardrobe again!


I moved in at the start of April and it was quite a weird period of time. There wasn't a 'moving day' as such, I just sort of moved my things over from mum's house over the course of a couple of weeks. I think the decision to move out and make it work with Ole fairly soon after we decided to continue the pregnancy was definitely the best decision. It's giving us a chance to see how each of us works 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Beforehand, we'd spend a lot of time together anyway but I guess actually living together is an entirely different ball game. I must admit, it has been easier than I thought it'd be, although I've always known that we get on well and we're both really open minded and know that it's not always going to be great, but equally it's not always going to be awful. It's all about learning from mistakes and realising in yourself what ultimately matters the most - and that is that we love each other, and we've both made this decision together because it's what we want, so we should'nt throw it away or give up if we have an argument or disagree with something. There have been times when each of us has found it really difficult and when giving up does feel like the easiest option, but this never lasts and we realise that everything is a learning curve.


Considering our situation before finding out I was pregnant and considering how fairly quickly everything has happened, I feel like we have done really well and I'm so proud of how Ole has decided in himself that going out less, spending less or saving money back each month is what is important for us to work. I guess all too often you hear about teen/young father's to be who just run away from the situation and don't want anything to do with the woman or the baby, so for Ole to have given up so much for the sake of our family and me, I couldn't ask for anything more. I understand it must be really difficult for him balancing a new full time job at Vauxhall, 2 nights at Waitrose along with seeing friends and spending time with me - and for that I really admire and respect him.


Our appointment was scheduled for 11am on the 30th April and it was a really warm sunny day. When we got there we didn't have to wait long at all and we pretty much got asked into the room straight away. The sonographer was a different lady from the previous time; blonde and a bit older. As my uterus had grown a significant amount since last time I had to take my belly bar out for the duration of the scan. Once again they squelched the jelly onto my tummy along with the Doppler and immediately our little (not so little compared to last time) baby was on the screen. It was crazy seeing how much he'd changed, and how much more he was looking like the shape of a baby. Just watching him squirm around whilst the lady was busy measuring everything she needed to, put a massive smile on our faces. She told us that all his limbs, brain, heart, stomach etc. were the perfect size and he was in there growing brilliantly and healthily. She showed us the blood flow between the baby and my placenta and that was also fine and normal. After about 15 minutes she asked us if we'd like to know the sex of our baby - which we did. So after a couple of twists and turns of the Doppler she'd finally found what she had been looking for - our baby's little penis! 
"You're expecting a boy!" she beamed. Ole immediately punched the air with happiness and we kissed. Knowing the sex made it even more real - as well as giving me an excuse to go shopping!


It was weird knowing that after this scan, we wouldn't be seeing our gorgeous little guy until he's born. We wiped the jelly off of my abdomen and waited for our photos to be printed. All in all we weren't really there long, especially compared to last time. When we came out of the ultrasound room we were both so happy and knew our parents and friends were awaiting the news, we couldn't wait to tell either so we both got straight on the phone. All of Ole's friends and my 3 brothers were particularly happy! The next time we'd be coming to the hospital is the 21st June for our 28 week appointment with Beth, our midwife.


Now to buy some blue baby things!


J xxx


05-03-2013


After my bloodtests // Our first glimpse of our little sprog!




Tuesday 5th March 2013
This was the day we were booked to meet the midwife who would be monitoring my pregnancy at East Surrey Hospital. Ole and I had to wake up early as our appointment was at 09:40 in the morning (about 3 hours before we were used to getting up!), although it wasn't that hard as we were so excited.
At this point we presumed from my LMP (last menstrual period) that I was 14+0 weeks pregnant. We were quite eager to get an ultrasound scan that day due to the cut off point to check the nuchal fluid (fluid at the back of the foetus' neck) for Downsyndrome is 13 weeks. Hopefully getting a scan would mean that we'd have one less thing to worry about if the nuchal fluid was of a normal amount.


We sat in the waiting room with a few other expectant mother's but I was definitely the youngest there. This didn't really worry me but in that situation you automatically think they're all thinking the same: 'Ooh another teen pregnancy', 'Look how irresponsible she is', 'How is she going to afford a baby'. The list is endless but it is a shame that young women are generally perceived in that way - I may be wrong, and the other mother's may have not even battered an eyelid, but from what you see in the media and the people that go on Jeremy Kyle, you can see why some older women would think that. It settled me that at least Ole was there to keep them from thinking I was a single mother-to-be!


Eventually my name was called by a lady in a blue uniform and those awful white slip on shoes (you must know the ones I mean). Her name was Elizabeth but she introduced herself as Beth and told me to come alone for the first 15/20 minutes or so of our supposed hour-long conversation which would consist of a lot of questions and information overload! We went into a small room and she explained that anything we discussed, she would have to type into a file onto the computer. This, coupled with her being deaf in the ear I was speaking to the whole time did prove time consuming. She measured my height (1.62) and weight (54.3) which gave me a BMI of 20.7. (Will be interesting to see if and when this changes during my pregnancy!)
She asked me the general questions of occupation, allergies (lactose intolerance), mental health and social wellbeing - which were all fine! She asked about family history - interestingly all of my siblings were born early apart from myself, but only by 1 day! She gathered from the information that my EDD from LMP (estimated due date from last menstrual period) would be the 2nd September 2013. She said this could change after having my first scan, as the sonographer can tell for sure from the size of the foetus exactly how far gone in the pregnancy you are. Ole and his mum were offered back in and Ole had to answer a few questions. She then gave me an orange slip and told me that I needed to have a blood test as a routine check for HIV/AIDs and that an ultrasound appointment was booked for 3pm that day.


It was overwhelming to know that after a few hours we'd be seeing what we'd made on a screen wriggling around, but at the same I was nervous for the blood test I was about to have. I walked anxiously down to the phlebotomy department and took a ticket. It was busy but the number on the screen quickly rose and soon it was my turn. I told Ole to hold my hand and told the phlebotomist not to tell me when she was going to put the needle in. I gave her the orange slip and she replied in shock asking: "5 blood tests?!" I was also shocked and my nervousness increased. She queried with another lady in the room but went ahead all the same. I hated the pressure and the feeling that was happening in my arm but soon after it started, it stopped. I took a sigh of relief and asked if she was finished. She then said that she could only fill up half of one of the tubes but no more blood was coming out. She tried in a different location in the same arm, then twice in my other arm - each failing to produce any blood! They advised I go and drink as much water as I can and return after doing so to try again.


After going through a bottle of water (I've never drunk much so this was a huge achievement for me) we returned after 2-3 hours. They first tried my right arm - which was the arm that failed to produce any before; again it failed. The lady then tried again in my left arm and managed to fill the other 4.5 tubes. Everyone in the room were chuckling away at me for being such a wuss, but I don't ever remember having a blood test and apart from my nose when I was 2, I've never broken a bone in my body (touch wood) - so I've never had to deal with any real pain. We departed for the ultrasound department and took a seat in the waiting area. We sat looking through the pack Beth had given me, going through the relentless amounts of leaflets and small brochures etc.


Finally after what seemed like forever my name was called. Julia (Ole's mum) waited but me and Ole went through. The room was fairly dark but I hopped onto the bed in anticipation and lifted up my baggy top. She then asked if either of us had a history of twins in our families to which both of us replied no (I found out at a later date that I infact do have a history of twins!). I asked her why she'd asked that and she responded by saying: "It's just you've got quite a bump there haven't you". This scared me a bit as obviously this lady looks at women's stomach's all day, so she's quite a pro - and to think about having two babies to look after at this age was frightening!


She squelched the jelly onto my lower abdomen and placed the doppler in the middle. Immediately the screen lit up and staring back was our baby! She jokingly mentioned that there was only one baby in there, not two. It was the most surreal experience and I couldn't stop laughing. She even had to tell me to keep still so she could measure him and check the nuchal fluid. He was quite still and the lady told us he was really easy to photograph and that she was excited to see him at my 20 week scan. She shook the doppler to try and wake him up and as she did so he kicked and span around. She then told us that I was earlier in the pregnancy than we first expected, telling us that I was in fact 11+6 days pregnant, not 14+0! 
She told us that to get a more accurate percentage of the chance of Downsyndrome I'd have to have one more blood test - as you can imagine I was not happy after the ordeal I'd previously had trying to fill up the other 5 tubes. Seeing him wriggling inside me put us on such a high I didn't really think about being nervous for my 6th blood test of the day. My 20 week scan was scheduled for April 30th - about 8 weeks from this one. Definitely one of the best days this year so far!!

J xxx

Changing Body

7 Weeks // 8.5 Weeks // 10 Weeks // Changing stretched belly button //
15 Weeks // 19 Weeks

Continuing on from the last post, Ole and I actually did book to have a termination on the 13th February 2013, almost three weeks after we initially found out. At the time, friends and family thought we were 'dragging the decision out', and that we should've made the decision much sooner. I think unless you've been in the situation we were in at that moment in time,  nobody can really relate to how you're feeling, how quickly you should or shouldn't decide things, or really help in making the final decision. This was hard for me to grasp because although I had amazing support from family and friends - whatever decision, I also felt really alone and I can honestly say it was a few of the hardest weeks ever.

If I remember rightly, it was about 2 days before I was due to have the termination that I finally asked myself what I wanted. Not what my mum would want, not what Ole's parents would want, not what Ole wanted (to an extent - as his thoughts mattered a lot to me). I realised that I personally thought that termination was morally wrong - I think the type of termination also contributed to this view (I was too far into the pregnancy to just plainly take the two pills and have a 'period type bleed'), so it would've had to have been a mini-operation to remove the actual foetus. This then made me realise that I was more likely to regret the termination than carrying on with the pregnancy, regardless of my situation financially as well as with Ole.

Speaking to Ole about it I wanted to make sure that he wouldn't hate me, or resent me for 'ruining his life' as some had said, but he just reassured me that I wouldn't be ruining his life at all, it'd be changing it and that life is crazy and doesn't always go as planned. Which is obviously true; I had applied to London College of Fashion to study Fashion Photography. I also wanted to go travelling and see the world like everyone my age and Ole was enjoying being a carefree 19 year old! He told me that he'd do everything for me, him and our little sprog to make sure everything worked out and to make sure we were happy. Hearing this, being the pregnant, hormonal female I was made me feel so happy and secure, I knew that with Ole alongside me, nobody else's opinions mattered.

The next day we cancelled the termination and told our parents. We all shared big hugs and they told us everything will work out and will be fine. Looking back I'm so happy I decided to cancel. Just thinking about how upset and emotional I was at that time even makes me sad now, I wasn't myself and I can see that I have been 100x happier since choosing to continue.

From the photographs above you can see my progressively growing little belly! It makes me so excited as well as shocked at times to walk past the mirror and see how much it has actually grown since this whole adventure started. I think my belly button looks hilarious as it's so stretched, I'm hoping it doesn't pop out any time soon/at all as I am determined to keep my navel piercing - no matter how many people are telling me to take it out!


J xxx





Ups & Downs


The week / week and a half that followed were literally a rollercoaster. At first it didn't really sink in that we'd have to decide whether or not to continue with the pregnancy - it was a massive shock and I guess unless you sit down and talk about the options, you don't instantly think about what you want.


I remember going to work that night and feeling so crap. What was strange is that one of my colleagues actually asked if I was pregnant! Of course I didn't say I was, I brushed it off and said I felt sick. Just knowing that a foetus we'd made was inside me was constantly on my mind, and I couldn't help researching what stage we were actually at in the pregnancy - I was shocked to find that it had fingernails, some bones, eyes and the beginnings of little fingers (which would soon become hands and then arms!) Our little embryo was also just a couple of millimetres smaller than a grape.

In that situation, I do realise that researching such things probably wouldn't have been the best idea, as even that shows a tiny bit of attachment - which would then make it harder if a termination was what we decided. We got home and talked for hours but didn't really seem to get anywhere - although we reassured each other we'd be there for each other no matter what and that communication was the most important thing. Although we're only 19, I felt like we'd already 'grown up' a lot more since finding out hours earlier. I knew whatever we decided, we'd be okay.

The next step was telling our parents. I initially wasn't going to tell my mum if termination is what we chose - purely because I didn't want to worry her and that old saying 'what she doesn't know won't kill her' sort of thing. Ole was more keen on telling his parents as he believed they'd be able to help advise us regarding our decision. It must have been about 5 days later but on the way home from work Ole seemed to have a sudden adrenaline rush and told me he was just going to walk in and tell them. I admired his bravery but also backed out of going in with him! I drove home and awaited the results anxiously. Almost two hours passed when I received a text saying "It's Done." I was so nervous to know what had been said and what had gone on but Ole had said that they weren't angry; it was obviously a shock but whatever we chose they'd be there for us. They also said they'd like to talk as a four to hear my views - scared the life outta' me! Of any time to be mature though, this was it so we arranged to have a chat a couple of days later.

All went well with the chat, but still we didn't really get any closer to completely deciding what we'd do. We knew time was of the essence though as the GP estimated I was roughly 9 weeks pregnant at this point. Personally, talking to Ole's parents and my mum (I decided to tell her nonetheless!) made me feel like I should have a termination. Mine and Ole's views were that:

• The situation isn't ideal at this age / as we weren't in a proper relationship
• We didn't want a termination to harm our already hilarious, brilliant and fun friendship
• We didn't want to regret anything in the future
• I was worried that if I decided I wanted to continue, Ole would possibly resent me - he assured me this 100% would never be the case though
• The main thing was our happiness - nobody else's

I think me and Ole both needed an 'escape' almost, so on the weekend I went to Chichester to stay with Soph, and Ole went to Brighton with a couple of friends to see their friend John. Just seeing Soph and being away from home surroundings instantly cheered me up. I'm familiar with Chichester as my grandad owns a caravan 10 minutes away and has done since I was 2, so being back there was also really nostalgic! Rob and Val (Soph's parents) treated us to a Pizza Express and we went to a Wetherspoons afterwards. We were planning on going to a bar but were shocked to find they all close at 11! (Yes it was a Friday night - bit different to Croydon eh!) It was also the first time I'd seen Soph's new house since she moved there early Feb and it's amazing. It completely relaxed me, and although we spoke about the pregnancy, it wasn't the main focus which is what I needed. The next day we went shopping and I gave into my shoe addiction in Office and bought some high top flatforms that were only a fiver so massive bargain!
The bouquet Ole bought me (chose the flowers himself) to cheer me up


J xxx


The Stick

24th January 2013 / 16:20


2 Pink Lines














This is when me and Ole first saw those two pink lines on the pregnancy test stick. This is when our lives - no matter what decision - would change a huge amount.

I remember going into boots after we’d had a Nandos and Ole saying to the girl at the till:
“Wish me luck!”
She stared at him blankly and we left. We were in a rush anyway as we had to leave for work at 16:40 so when we got home I ran upstairs to pee on the stick. Immediately the two lines showed up - so innocently and I just laughed.

To say I’ve never been more shocked is an understatement. I came out of the bathroom and Ole was singing and dancing round his room, so happy. I sort of felt bad that I was about to tell him I was pregnant as I knew his mood would change almost instantaneously - I was right!!

We both cuddled and Ole told me that whatever decision we made he’d always be there for me whenever I needed him. This made me happy and sort of relieved. It hadn’t really sunk in that pretty much asap we’d have to make the biggest decision of our lives!

J xxx

Doubts

6 Weeks

So this was taken on the 23rd January 2013, and what originally made me think I was pregnant.

To me, my belly had changed as well as my boobs - they were sore and had grown. Everyone I sent this photo to said I was being silly - which we now know couldn’t have been further from the truth haha!!

J xxx