So, I dissapeared off the face of the earth for quite a while. To say that the past few months were life changing would almost feel like an understatement. Because man, things got turned upside down for real.
All was running smoothly and I was busy planning some new projects of my own, thinking about travelling Europe for maybe even up to six months together with my BF and definitely enjoying life. Until suddenly I got sick. Not sick-sick, but a kind of sick that I’d never experienced before. Like a mix of growth pains because of puberty and sickness in the morning. Well, does that ring a bell? Not with me, initially. I must have had my head buried in the ground or something. Because hello, a few days later I had the unavoidable positive pregnancy test in my hands…
I now call the baby growing inside me our little surprise. This was not my initial reaction. By nature I am a planner. I like to think I call the shots in my life. That things can be planned from start till end and turn out just the way I had imagined them. A happy dream, but so not true. And I am not going to deny that when you are not planning to have a child, and feel in control of everything that is happening in your great life, have strictly no-child-for-a-couple-of-years plans (or so it seemed) a pregnancy comes as a shock. To make things even more difficult, the pregnancy really made me sick. Up until a point where I couldn’t keep anything in for a straight 48 hours. Well, that doesn’t really increase your level of excitement guys (things are getting better now that I’ve arrived in week 16).
This unexpected ordeal however made me realise a lot of things about life. Made me think about aspects of it that I didn’t even know existed. And it made me a richer person (and HA, not only in terms of a future extra person to take care of ;-)). The place I am in now is a happy place, where I feel at ease again and most of all, am very excited to meet my baby, our baby. The little surprise.
And how I missed writing. I didn’t take pen to paper or fingers to keyboard(…) for months. That is not how I normally roll. So I’m back. Still the old Anne from Quarterlife Adventures. Not suddenly turned into a mom-to-be blogger. Still a quarterlifer. With dreams, hopes, doubts, wishes and fears. And I love to keep on sharing those with you (anyone still out there?). But with one tiny-but-very-big extra adventure: becoming a mother.