Pregnancy Journey: I’m Pregnant + My First Trimester Story

Ok, so this blog comes a little late. I’m now 13 weeks and 2 days pregnant, meaning I’m well into my second trimester. That’s right guys!!! I’m pregnant! I can’t even tell you how relieved I am just share this news with all of you. I don’t know if you noticed over the past few months, but I kept talking on Instagram story.

So today, I thought I’d share an honest little recap of what my first trimester was like.

It took us almost 2 years to get pregnant and stay pregnant. Typing it out right now, that number doesn’t seem very long. I mean, most chapters of life—whether school-related, professional or personal—last longer than that. And I know that many couples battle to get pregnant for years and years and years, and a number like 2 might be laughable to them.

But I will say that those years were the longest of my life. We started out how most couples start out: “not not trying.” And when nothing happened, we started “trying trying.” You know: taking vitamins, altering lifestyles, etc. And when nothing came from that, we kind of just floated along, too scared to take the next step.

The darkest part of the journey, though, was my miscarriage last year. Continue reading

It’s Okay To Feel Lost In Your Twenties

Growing up, I always thought that I’d be happy when I reached my twenties. It seemed like such a grown-up number. People in their twenties were young, carefree… They could do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted because they were adults. Parents couldn’t tell them what to do anymore.

Since reaching this oh-so-magical time in my life, I realise that things are a bit more complicated than I initially thought they would be. Even though I really hate using the term “complicated” to describe life, you should all know it’s accurate, nevertheless. The reality is that we can’t just waltz off and do whatever we want. We all have responsibilities – and if we don’t have responsibilities, we need money to get anywhere. This was something I never had to think about as a child. I don’t think I would have been able to understand it, anyway.

So here I am, in my late twenties, wondering if I’m living my life wrong. Deep down I still think that I should be happy simply because I’m supposedly “grown-up” and young. I think this feeling is often reinforced by other members of society – particularly, though not always, an older crowd that has the best of intentions.

I don’t understand where the concept of being carefree in your twenties even comes from. At this point in time, we’re still trying to figure out what we want from life and how to go about getting it. At times, we question the decisions we’ve made – should we have chosen differently? Continue reading