Gerhard and I always said if we do not have kids, that's just fine too. We both have busy careers, we love international traveling and we felt that if we were lucky enough to have kids, great, if we were not so lucky, life would carry on in the same way that it has been for a while.
Anyhow, about four years ago, I literally woke up one morning and decided that I want kids really bad! Where this came from or what triggered this, I will never know. So the active trying to conceive part started with a little ceremony that involved flushing about three months worth of contraceptive pills down the toilet. It took nearly eight months and in the end after giving up the very scheduled counting of days and ovulation calculations, it just happened. I fell pregnant with Liam on the 12th of October 2007. This was of course the time of the rugby world cup in France which I think the Boks won (you will gather over time that I am not the best of fans).
Gerhard and I left for a three week vacation in the UK, France and Italy and by the third week of that vacation, I suspected that I was pregnant. My sense of smell improved by about 400%, in Paris of all places. Paris of course smells like pee...nothing romantic at all about Paris. And if it was not the tantalizing smell of pee, it was gabon! Ham absolutely everywhere, it was revolting. I had the worst morning sickness known to the human race. Gabon, pee, gabon, pee...it was a relief to eventually get on a plane and head back home.
Our travel agent decided to save us about R500, the price of a meal for two in a half decent restaurant, so we flew with a connecting flight via Dubai. When landing in Dubai, my feet were swollen about twice their normal size, so I did what any self respecting woman would do, I went into the first shop I could find, ditched the walking shoes and bough a pare of the ugliest Crocs in a light blue known to man. These were pretty much all that I wore for the next none months.
I had a dream pregnancy, I was the very essence of a first time mom, I did everything by the book, did preggy bellies, did not eat biltong, drink too much coffee, baby room was ready and our hospital bags were packed by 30 weeks. And then it all changed...
Anyhow, about four years ago, I literally woke up one morning and decided that I want kids really bad! Where this came from or what triggered this, I will never know. So the active trying to conceive part started with a little ceremony that involved flushing about three months worth of contraceptive pills down the toilet. It took nearly eight months and in the end after giving up the very scheduled counting of days and ovulation calculations, it just happened. I fell pregnant with Liam on the 12th of October 2007. This was of course the time of the rugby world cup in France which I think the Boks won (you will gather over time that I am not the best of fans).
Gerhard and I left for a three week vacation in the UK, France and Italy and by the third week of that vacation, I suspected that I was pregnant. My sense of smell improved by about 400%, in Paris of all places. Paris of course smells like pee...nothing romantic at all about Paris. And if it was not the tantalizing smell of pee, it was gabon! Ham absolutely everywhere, it was revolting. I had the worst morning sickness known to the human race. Gabon, pee, gabon, pee...it was a relief to eventually get on a plane and head back home.
Our travel agent decided to save us about R500, the price of a meal for two in a half decent restaurant, so we flew with a connecting flight via Dubai. When landing in Dubai, my feet were swollen about twice their normal size, so I did what any self respecting woman would do, I went into the first shop I could find, ditched the walking shoes and bough a pare of the ugliest Crocs in a light blue known to man. These were pretty much all that I wore for the next none months.
I had a dream pregnancy, I was the very essence of a first time mom, I did everything by the book, did preggy bellies, did not eat biltong, drink too much coffee, baby room was ready and our hospital bags were packed by 30 weeks. And then it all changed...
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