Well let’s start out by telling you the basic of the story. I hated being pregnant, absolutely nothing in my pregnancy was wonderful, amazing, or even beautiful. I guess you could say I wasn’t one of the lucky ones, with beautiful hair, smooth skin, or even a good attitude. well here we go!!

How I found out

 I was at a party drinking beer and having a good time, I woke up the next morning not being about to consume anything without throwing it up. I didn't feel like I was pregnant but then again I didn't know what that felt like, but i thought I might be. I called my friend and asked if I could stay the night he said I could so that night when I left Michael’s I went to Wal-Mart to buy a pregnancy test, I felt so weird buying one because I really didn't see myself buying on at an early age, and at the time I was only 18. So I went over to my friends and told him the news, he wasn't shocked just because he knew that I loved sex. So I took the pregnancy test and didn't read the instructions which said you have to wait 3 to 5 minutes, as soon as the little device got full of pee I automatically assumed I wasn't pregnant because I saw a negative symbol. I was so happy... I woke up the next morning looking at the pregnancy test and I saw that it had a positive symbol, as you can believe, my attitude wasn't so great I felt like breaking down. I was so disappointed in myself. Right away I thought what would my parents think, and the reason I thought that is because my sister April just had her baby not ever a full week before I found out. I went to Michael's as soon as I saw the test and he was speechless, I had an extra pregnancy test and asked him if he wanted me to take it so he can see that I wasn't making shit up. After I took it he was still with the same face, upset, angry at himself, and disappointed, he was mostly concerned on what his parents would say… then we started talking on what we should do, I was obviously going to have the baby I’m totally against abortion. So yeah I started getting the idea of being a mother and after all the stuff I read on babies and women being mothers I was kind of excited. I made an appointment to go see the doctor just in case I wasn't, so I did and found out the same thing I was pregnant, the nurse told me I didn't look so happy and I flat out told her I wasn’t, but that’s what I get for being a retard and not telling him to put a condom on.

First Trimester

My midwife prescribed me prenatal vitamins, I hated them, they were huge and I wasn’t use to taking pills everyday so as you can imagine I barley took them.. a couple days go by and I start throwing up everything, even the smell of food would make me want to puke, so I went to my midwife and she prescribed me some little white tablets (I forgot the name of them) which prevent me from throwing up. I was pretty in love with these tables, besides the fact that they made me really sleepy, but anyways after all that I started thinking on baby names, If it was a girl I wanted Taylor Marie (which it is) and for a boy I wanted Jordan Aubrey. I talked it over with Michael and he liked the girl name but hated the boy name, he wanted me to name the baby if it was a boy after him, his full name (Michael Aubrey Baker) I told him that he’s stupid and that it would never happen. Haha and when I say things like that I literally mean them.. One day I wake up and my saliva gland is acting up. I literally had to spit ever minute, I called my midwife and asked about it she said there is nothing she can do, she also said that my saliva glad will stop acting up at the end of my pregnancy, I was pretty upset.

Second Trimester

So by now I’ve gotten use to the throwing up, the active saliva gland, and the terrified feeling of being a mother... Anyways my midwife made me an appointment for a sonogram to find out the sex. I went to it and it was a girl! I was happy but also a little disappointed because I waned a boy just because their a lot less work, they also gave me a due date of March 20th 2011, so I was happy to get a date…Anyways as my belly kept growing I felt so huge (I was already thick) that I couldn’t stand it, I would bitch and complain to Michael about how I hated my body, how the change of it was really going to affect me afterwards, and it did ..But I’m slowly getting use to it, and working on it.. anyways my eating habits weren’t so good I didn’t eat like I was suppose to, I ate a lot of junk food and drank soda, I would eat healthy on some days when id crave a salad or some fruit and My god I absolutely loved fruit during my pregnancy along with pizza but I mean lets get real who doesn’t love pizza?.. so as the weeks seemed to get slower and slower I used my time to imagine on how having a baby would drastically change my life. Everything was sort of hitting me all at once to, I actually woke up one day and it hit me that I was actually going to be a mother, and boy did I need that.

Third Trimester 

So I’m on my last trimester and I’m super huge and still growing. I’m not as depressed as I thought I would be with the weight gain and weird symptoms Ive had and for those of you who are questioning whether I’m still Puking a lot, getting sick, and spitting yes it is still going on and it absolutely sucks… I went to Tampa General Hospital to pre-register all of my information so I wouldn’t have to fill much out when i go to deliver. I was pretty happy I got that out of the way.. weeks went by and my day date was fast approaching, i was getting so nervous. I got like 1 small contraction every 3 days so I was lucky.. My due date finally came (March 20th) and I went to the hospital so they can see how dilated I was and to my surprise I was only 1 and a half.. the next day I went to my midwife and she scheduled me for an induction on March 30th.

The Induction

Day One- I was nervous as I walked into the Bayshore pavilion at Tampa General, because that’s where the action was going to happen. I was scared yes I will admit, but I was also excited to finally meet my baby girl.. By now they gave me my room and I changed into that robe I hate so much, they strapped the Heart beat monitor around my belly and also the Contraction monitor, oh and they also had to keep that stupid blood pressure checker on my arm because my blood pressure kept going up and down. My nurse came in and put the IV in me and what a surprise they fucked up and my vein blew, twice while they were doing it, then they finally put it in the center of my arm, which completely sucked because I couldn’t hold my own legs when I was pushing my kid out lol then my other nurse came in and explained to me the steps of how my induction was going to happen. Step one Cervidil which is a string with cream at the end inserted in your cervix, Step two Strip membrane which is when they rub your cervix to soften it up, Step three the Pitocin which is given threw your IV line, and finally Step Four which I hated to think about the C-Section.. I had to have all those done in a matter of days for me to fully dilate to 10 centimeters.

So they put the Cervidil in first and I didn’t really feel anything and they did want to put another one in till the next day.

Day Two- they put in another Cervidil and it didn’t work like they thought it would, so my nurse came in and without telling me she was going to do it she gave me a stripe membrane which hurt like hell because she had some huge hands I almost cried, that started up my contractions but not as much as they hoped I was dilating like one centimeter ever 8 hours. Then the third step was taken the Pitocin, the put it in my IV line and my got the first time hurt just because I felt a rush of cold fluid going threw my arm, but I got over it haha. So after all that I finally started getting major contractions and the stupid blood pressure thing on my arm kept going off ever five minutes and id just ripe it off because the contractions plus that equal annoying as hell. The nurse kept getting mad at me because I basically told her go to hell, there was no way I was going to keep that on while I was in horrible pain. Finally they asked me if I wanted the epidural and I didn’t even think twice about it so they told everyone to leave the room and it was just me, my nurse and the epidural guy lol, they asked me to breath in and out the whole time so I did and it didn’t hurt like people said it would it was just like a lot of pressure on one side then the other, that’s pretty much how it went. I was super happy that the epidural took effect right away. It felt amazing; I wish they sold that shit in stores.  They gave me a little button to push every time I felt like I needed more epidural, I pushed that button like ten times just as I was about to give birth to her haha

Day Three- its around 8:00 in the morning and my nurse comes in to check how dilated I am and to my surprise I’m 10 centimeters, next ting you know I see a room full of people and was wondering where all of them came from, I felt so weird spreading my legs wide open for a bunch of strangers but I had no choice this baby was coming out. They told me to push while they counted to ten, I was intense, I didn’t feel a thing, and my body was completely numb from my waist down. so I pushed like 5 times and she finally came out at 8:13 am with 2 seconds on the clock weighing 6 pounds 11 ounces, length 19 ½ inches, her crying was music to my ears. As they were cleaning me all up down there they were cleaning my baby in her little nursery (she never left my sight) then I finally got to hold her and I fell in love with her right away, I never knew someone could have so much love for a baby they just met.

I can honestly say threw all of that it was totally worth it, I have a beautiful baby girl and I wouldn’t trade her for the world, I absolutely love her with all my heart and together we can make anything happen.

Thank you for taking the time to read.
Love, Jessica :)