A little bit of history

I was born in Australia but left and come back several times. The first time I was seven lived three years in Uruguay, came back and live nearly three years in Australia and went back to Uruguay in 1990. I was 14 years old. All these trips were decisions made by my parents but that is another story and I think it would be a book on its own.

My husband, Manuel and I met on 22nd August 1998 in a night club in Montevideo, Uruguay. Since that night we have always been together. We knew that we were meant for one another.

Manuel is Cuban and he had been living in Uruguay since 1995.

Six months later we decided to get married and eventually migrate to Australia together.

On 13th August 2000 we arrived to Australia to start our brand new life and family.

The beginning wasn’t easy especially for Manuel, he had to learn English before even thinking of getting a job and I had to go back to school because my qualifications were not recognised here, but all of this did not matter because we knew that we needed to start from the bottom to be able to reach the top. Fortunately over the years we achieved a lot. We were able to save the deposit for a house; we had two good jobs, cars, etc. We were living our dream.

Even though I knew Manuel was the one and we had been married for nine years, getting pregnant was always a hard decision for me. Manuel always wanted to have children and I knew that he would be a great father, but I just really never felt that motherly desire to have children. Because I knew I would never make the decision of saying ‘yes I want to have a baby’, I decided to leave it up to faith, ‘que sera, sera’ (what would will be, will be) so I stoped taking the pill in July 2007.

On the 25th January 2008 we went away for a long weekend to relax and spend some time alone. During the weekend I was feeling hungrier than the usual and my period was 2 weeks late so I had a feeling that something was going on. When we came back on Sunday 27th January I called my sister to let her know what I was feeling. She told me that she thought I was pregnant and to go and buy a pregnancy test. As suspected I was pregnant. By the way my sister is a bit of a white witch.

So of I went to the GP to confirm my pregnancy and get a referral for a GP that specialises in obstetrics.