You know you're not supposed to tell people you're pregnant until you're 13 weeks. But the issue is, then, if you don't tell anyone that you're pregnant and you have a miscarriage then you also don't tell anyone and there was this entire part of your life that happened and you never talk about it. And if you don't want to talk about it for YOU then amazing. You do you. But if as women we don't talk about pregnancy and miscarriage because we're afraid of being I-don't-know-what about others then that sucks. How many women have peed on a stick, been pregnant, stopped drinking, started taking vitamins, etc etc, changed their daily lives only to lose the pregnancy and not talk about that either? This is ridiculous. 

The issue is I'm pregnant, right now, at this moment. I think about it constantly and I'm only 6 weeks. From the moment my pee stick had two lines my life changed. And if I lose the pregnancy my life will change again. And as a woman, as a person, I'm super interested in letting the entire world know that there are millions of woman who have this time frame in their life that never gets talked about. 

I'm sure that's not how you thought a blog about being pregnant in Costa Rica would start but it feels good to get that off my chest. My first thought was to do a weekly post and then wait until week 13 to post them and no, no, no. I'm living a pregnancy life right now. I can't drink coco-locos, I can't eat oysters, I am functioning differently, I have different priorities. So every Friday I'm going to post about being pregnant and having a baby in Costa Rica. I'm going to make tons of Instagram Stories. This is a neat thing. This is an adventure. 

For our first birth in the states, it was easy peasy. Got pregnant after three months of trying (with apps and daily temperature taking, I mean, I was into it), loved being pregnant, home birth that had no complications, yadda yadda yadda. And people love pregnant people. And I loved being pregnant - up until week 39 - I didn't want pregnancy to end. I loved feeling Dario kick around and rub my belly in public and drink chocolate milkshakes. So I am pumped. And we're also doing this round in Costa Rica. I googled - pregnant in Costa Rica. There's like two blogs and a couple of articles. So let's do this, let's talk about being preggers in a developing country - in detail, week by week, what it is like to be pregnant in Costa Rica! I think this a fantastic idea.

We weren't even really trying this time. When we first got here (September 2017 = 8 months ago) we were trying. The idea was to get pregnant, have a baby in Costa Rica, become residents. Done. But I got cold feet. Dario is a hard kid sometimes and I am not an amazing mother. So we stopped and I went back on birth control but I only had a couple months left. And when I ran out, Costa Rica does not have my brand of pills here. I didn't want to try another brand that I didn't know anything about so I was like, you know what, let's just stop taking the pill and not try to get pregnant, but if we do, well, okay. 

I got one period. One. And then about two weeks after I got these pains in my uterus that felt really heavy, the heaviness that I feel before I get my period. As I'm typing this out I'm thinking, 'is this too much information?' and then I immediately think, 'why don't we talk about our periods out in the open more often, or always?!?' Forget societal norms. I like to imagine a world where men get periods and have babies - but that is another blog post altogether. Back to it. So I got the heaviness and then no period which wasn't weird because that would have been ridiculously early but when my period was supposed to arrive, it didn't. And I had been feeling bloated and a bit tired and there was a big beach day coming up and I wanted to drink. So I bought a test. Zac wasn't super keen on taking the test but again, there was a beach day and didn't want to imbibe if preggers, and also, when you think you might be pregnant it's all that you think about. Easy for dudes to say, 'you don't have to take the test yet' - you are not the one growing an embryo. 

I took the test last Friday, May 11 and within 20 seconds of peeing on the stick, it indicated -pregnant. So literally the heaviness earlier in the month was the implantation of the egg into the uterine lining. How crazy. That I felt that. ( I Googled this so it must be real. )

Questions everyone asks:

  • Do you know the gender? No, and we won't until Bry (short for embryo - Dario was called Zygy - short for zygote until he popped out) makes Bry's debut.
  • Names? We are not telling anyone any name candidates this go around. How you feel about it doesn't help the decision-making process.
  • Having it in Costa Rica? Yes, that's goal. We are going back to the States in October for a wedding but we'll get back here before the due date January 11, 2019. When you have a baby in Costa Rica you can file for residency for both parents and any/all siblings.  
  • Does this pregnancy feel different than the last? Dario was the easiest pregnancy. This one is different ( then everyone says it's going to be a girl ). I'm tired and nauseous but no morning sickness vomiting. 
  • Are you going to keep teaching yoga? Yes - until my body, mind, breath says no. And then I'll make my way back after the recovery.

So I think that's about it. You see? You see how much I can talk about what is happening right now in week 6? At a week that you "shouldn't" be telling anyone because it might not stick? I get its just the size of a sesame seed, it's itty. But it takes up a lot of space mentally so I'm going to tell you all about it.

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