I finally stopped drinking. Don’t be so shocked! The reason why is a miracle.
Around 8 weeks ago, I got the very best birthday gift I could have EVER wished for. I got a knock at the door. Standing there was a stork. Not just any stork. MY STORK. The stork I’ve been searching high and low for, for over 7 years. The stork apologised for his lengthy absence (he lost our address) and announced our IVF cycle was a success and he would be back before Christmas to deliver our baby girl.
The note he left included the following instructions:
- Consume as much ice cream as you like.
- Stop drinking champagne.
- You can no longer dance on tables.
- Make friends with stretchy pants.
OK, maybe that was just a weird dream I had. HOWEVER, I did receive a call from my Fertility Specialist (FS) congratulating me on a positive pregnancy test and the reassurance my beta hCG levels were within the normal range – this is a big first for me!
That’s right folks. Mr Lover and I are knocked up and expecting our very own special delivery. A screaming snotty delicious daughter to call our own. Mr Lover hasn’t been able to stop smiling since we found out and affectionally calls her ‘his princess’ already.
No, seriously. I wake up in the middle of the night and he’s softly snoring with a smile on his face!! It’s kinda creepy.
PS – Bubba better arrive earlier so this mumma can suck on a champagne bottle on New Years Eve.