As of this past Saturday, I am 13 weeks pregnant.
As is a theme in my life, the various plans I had played out in my head dissipated in mere moments upon getting the news. One tiny, faint line and everything changed. I was resistant at first, determined that my life could continue down the path I had established in my head; eventually I gave in. For once the event which propels the change in path is positive. It is also undoubtedly the biggest one I have experienced.
I am staying put in Pachuca for at least one more year. This is both a relief and a disappointment. A relief because I really do love this city and I am settled here. A disappointment because I was so far into my next adventure in my own head that I cannot help but mourn the loss.
If all goes as planned–which we know it never does–Salvador and I will be meeting our child sometime around December 7th. I’m already in the process of decorating the nursery and, with the hope that I might be here for the next two years–turning my office into a playroom.
I will be working as long as I am allowed to and trying to take as much of my maternity leave after the baby as possible. And yes, I will be having the baby here in Pachuca. I have found a doctor who believes in natural births if at all possible. She delivers in the same hospital one of my American friends delivered in. I am feeling comfortable.
Though I doubt I am completely ready for this next big change in my life. I’m not sure that anyone ever is.