I knew from the very beginning of our relationship that Maks would be the father of my children. I didn’t know how or when, but I knew it would be him. We weren’t trying to get pregnant, but we weren’t exactly being careful, either. We’d talk about how cute it would be to have a January baby and a “Little Maks” running around. “Be careful what you wish for because it just might happen” is no joke.
Our love has always been intense, impulsive and almost obsessive, but through this pregnancy, it’s grown into something so much more. We’re growing as people while growing as a unit. It’s been a life changing experience –one that I’d like to share with you.
It was late March and Season 22 of Dancing With the Stars was in full swing. Between practice and performing, I barely had time to breathe let alone seriously plan on having a baby.
First of all, DWTS is by far the most intense job I’ve ever had. A typical day starts at 9 a.m. with a 5-hour block of dance rehearsal, fittings, and press interviews. You’re constantly on the phone with production, working out lighting, props, and staging for the actual performance. Then you get home and work on choreography until well after midnight. It’s intense and anxiety inducing, but I love it.
Going into the season was nerve-racking. I’d missed the previous season recovering from a full ankle reconstruction and was really hoping for a good partner that I could take to the finals – which I most definitely found in Nyle DiMarco. Every time I left the studio, sweaty and full of nerves, inside I’d have this little smirk because I knew he was absolutely killing it on the floor on top of changing the world’s perception of the deaf community. Taking your partner through the DWTS journey is incredible, but working with Nyle made my comeback season so rewarding.
I could tell that this was going to be a really good season.
It was a couple days after – ahem – doin’ the dirty that I took my first pregnancy test. It came back negative, of course. Somehow, I’d gotten it into my head that pregnancy tests worked within the day – HA-HA! WHAT DO I KNOW? – and figured I was in the clear. Still, Maks was almost strangely sure about it, like, “Um, babe. Don’t these tests need a few weeks to work? Give it some time.”
The season went on and, well, life went on. It was Week 4 of the competition and had to get ready for an 8 am dance rehearsal. I noticed I still had a pregnancy test left, and thought, ugh, I’ll just use it. So I peed on the stick and went off to make breakfast.
Then I saw that plus sign.
It was such a surreal feeling. Every emotion ran through me – happiness, fear, excitement, anxiety – all at once. I was pacing the bathroom floor crying, wondering how I’m going to finish the season, one of the best seasons of DWTS that I’ve been a part of, the way I’d hoped. To top it off, of all times to be out of town, Maks was in Las Vegas for a charity golfing outing. I was freaking out.
After deliberating over whether to wait to tell him when he got back – I got over THAT cute thought within a minute – I called him.
“Baby… I have some news – good news, I think.” I was so nervous and trying my best to not hyperventilate.
Without missing a beat, he asked, “Are you pregnant?”
After confirming this, he still thought I was pulling his leg and asked if I was sure.
Between my tone and the “NO. I’M REALLY, REALLY, REALLY SURE. WE ARE HAVING A BABY.” he started to get the picture.
I figured he’d be excited, but he was weirdly calm. So I’m getting upset, like, “Uh, what’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you screaming for joy with me?!” And he just calmly said, “Baby. I’m in a car full of people on our way to the golf course right now. I kind of don’t want everyone to know.” WOO! Great start. Great celebration.
The rest of the day went by so slowly. At rehearsals, the girls could tell something was off, and kept asking me what was wrong. I wanted to blurt out my exciting news, but I knew I couldn’t. It was awful.
Cut to that night: Maks had left the charity golf outing early and driven all the way home from Las Vegas. It was 1 in the morning, but waking up to him was the moment I’d been waiting for. Finally, we had a chance to share our excitement with each other.
And that’s it. That’s the story of how I – we found out we’re going to be a family. I wouldn’t change a thing about it.
You don’t need to be a dancer to know it takes two to tango. Click here to find out how Maks handled the news that he’s going to be a dad.
Photo Credit: Stefania Orru