Three blessings in a day?

It’s mid April and I begin to research conception on the internet. It’s fascinating! It’s a bit of a miracle really. How our cells can produce another human being. I find a very useful website and notice it has a forum for just about every parenting topic imaginable. From ‘thinking about trying to conceive’ to ‘toilet training’ to a ‘venting board’. I immediately register on-line and become a member. The site is informative. So informative that I discover there is a 24-48 hours fertile window each cycle that you can conceive! What the? I thought you could get pregnant 21 days out of any cycle! Isn’t that what my sex-ed teacher taught me in school?

Am very disappointed now. DH and I have been exhausting ourselves with humping one another nearly everyday, when technically we should be humping around my ovulation date. How the hell do I know when I ovulate? More research is needed! Back to the forum for more answers.

The next day I’m too distracted to think about my ovulation date. So it’s back to apartment hunting. I’m not having much luck at these open inspections. Am finding faults with each unit I look at. So DH has decided to take the morning off work and come along with me! Yippee!
So we drive up to the Northern Beaches and wait for the first open inspection. We park our car outside the complex and notice how close we are to the beach. Only a 500 metres walk. So far, so good. The realtor arrives and shows us (and 20 other couples) around. The place is fabulous. It’s a bit on the small side but it’s full of potential. The balcony is north facing and is bathed in sunlight. DH and I smile at one another. We’ve found it our apartment! The realtor walks over to us and casually mentions that the unit is already under contract. What the? Why show us through an apartment that is already under contract? DH and I are fuming and walk out in a rage.

We look at a few other apartments but nothing compares to the first apartment we saw that moment. Oh well, it’s not meant to be.

It’s Monday morning. Today is DH’s thirtieth birthday and my period is due. DH gets ready for work and gives me a quick peck on the cheek before leaving. I mumble a happy birthday message and go back to sleep.

The realtor representing our dream apartment just phoned. The apartment is back on the market!! Apparently the cooling off period ended with no contracts being exchanged. The realtor asks if we’d like to make the vendor an offer as we seemed keen on the apartment on Saturday. I call DH excitedly and explain the situation. He literally screams at me down the phone to make them an offer. A few phone calls later and the apartment is ours. The vendors have accepted our offer!

After work, I stop in at the chemist and buy a pregnancy test as my period didn’t arrive today as expected. What a story to tell in years to come. The day your father and I purchased our first home, we also discovered we were expecting you!!!
I race home and cover DH with birthday kisses and race to the toilet. I’m hoping to give DH the best gift of all – a positive pregnancy test! I’m so excited I pee all over the place like a puppy. I’m too nervous to read the test results so I make DH go into the bathroom.
I scream at him through the door “Is it one line OR two lines?”.
His reply “What does it mean if it’s two lines?”.
“That means we’re having a baby!!!!”.
“Oh. Sorry babe. It’s only one line.”
Oh well, I guess you can’t celebrate a birthday, buy an apartment and start a family all in the one day.

Better luck next month

It’s three days since I stopped taking the pill and AF just arrived. Quite exciting really. The thought of having a baby is a very new thought for my brain to ponder over. I mean, as a kid and pimply teenager I always wanted my own family but now it’s real. Now’s it’s happening. DH and I are trying to conceive a baby!



Our rent has been increased again! The lower north shore must be having a rental boom. DH and I decide that it’s time to begin that treaded search. It’s time to buy our own place now that we’re procreating. The lower north shore is lovely but DH wants to spread the search as far as the Northern Beaches. Besides the odd visit to Manly, I’ve never visited the Northern Beaches! We take a drive up to the peninsula and I instantly fall in love. It’s perfect. There are wonderful beaches, tall palm trees, cute coffee shops and wonderful playgrounds for children. I’m so excited but moving further away from my family is awful. But this is a lifestyle choice that’s best for our future family. I resign myself to the fact that visiting my family will now be that much more important, because it’ll be quality time together.

DH and I are having sex all the time. I’m so exhausted I nearly miss the first open inspection.

It’s now the end of March and my period just arrived. Oh well. Unlucky. Better luck next month!

TTC Journey begins

Ah, this time last year, DH and I were getting married! Vowing to love each other unconditionally forever til death do us part.

I clearly remember arriving in Fiji to begin our honeymoon. As I unpack the toiletry bag, I pull out my blister pack of contraceptive pills. Hmmmm, do I really need to take these anymore? DH and I discuss when we’d like to have children. I say now! But DH is still studying part-time and working full-time and would like to wait til he finishes his studies. Sounds sensible! Over a cocktail or three we agree to enjoy a year of marriage first!

To celebrate our 1st wedding anniversary we take some time off work and plan a fabulous road trip around NSW. We visit Tamworth and take in the music festival, then we head to Byron Bay for some much needed RnR. Lying on the beach with two thousand other holiday makers we discuss babies again. It’s been a year and maybe it’s time to start a family. DH and I are smitten with our god daughter and the thought of having our own family makes us giggle like school girls.



We continue our road trip adventure and stop at Yamba (for the prawns), Coffs Harbour (for a banana split) and South West Rocks (for wine and sleep). The following day, we’re home in Sydney and I stop taking the pill immediately. Operation Baby Osborne is about to begin!