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Being pregnant is not something that is on my priority list. I am not the woman who has baby names ready or plans their dream baby shower. Baby toys and diaper bags do not excite me. News of the latest baby trend doesn’t interest me. I can do with or without mom TikTok. I do not subscribe to baby recall emails. But one Thursday afternoon in February I walked into my doctor’s office complaining of an ongoing stomachache.
I had been sick around Christmas and since then my stomach hadn’t been treating me well.
My stomach seemed a bit bloated and was occasionally upset. I had a little heartburn. Despite taking Gas X, Pepto Bismol, and whatever teas I could get my hands on my stomach received no relief.
I was on birth control pills which I faithfully took every day. There was no morning sickness, swollen ankles, or weight gain. I had taken pregnancy tests which had come back negative. PREGNANCY WAS NOT ON MY RADAR.
One Thursday afternoon in February MY DOCTOR TOLD ME I WAS PREGNANT. I was told to make an appointment with an obstetrician ASAP. ASAP turned out to be for two weeks from that day. So despite taking the appointment, my anxiety got the better of me and to the ER I went.
At the ER…
I was once again told I was pregnant except this time I was told I was about 35 weeks pregnant.
35. WEEKS. PREGNANT.
Didn’t know I was pregnant.
So to triage I went where I was told I had high blood pressure and preeclampsia. Which meant…
I WAS ADMITTED TO LABOR AND DELIVERY THAT SAME THURSDAY NIGHT.
No prenatal, no parenting classes, no nine months to prepare.
By Saturday I had a 100% healthy baby girl who was actually closer to 38 weeks than 35. By Monday, I returned to my one bedroom apartment with a baby.
I became a mom with no plan.
Two months later, I don’t think I’m doing too badly. Motherhood is not easy. There are days it’s exhausting. Sometimes I don’t feel like I am a good mother. I make mistakes. There are times that I miss my life before becoming a mother. I am still processing the fact that I didn’t know I was pregnant. While I process, I want to share my very unorthodox journey of motherhood with whoever is willing to read.
I am a mother. There is no plan. I am Mom With No Plan. My blog is here to tell you all about my new experience.
I am not perfect but I am going to give this my all. Motherhood is terrifying. I didn’t know I was pregnant but I am going to be as courageous as I can be. I do not know everything and half the time I feel like I don’t really know anything. But I am willing to learn. I am willing to seek guidance, counsel, advice, and any information I feel I need to know. I am here to provide information that I find pertinent, give my take on things, and hopefully provide a few laughs along the way. My journey of motherhood has started differently than most but I am here to walk and document this journey nonetheless. I am here to be an open book as much as I can.
I’ll be sharing what I’ve learned, what I’m learning, and everything in between.
So here goes nothing…
Welcome to my life.
Mom With No Plan
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