When David and I met, we knew instantly that we were meant for each other. Within days, we had the talk of how many kid we'd like to have. We agreed two, maybe three, with both of us leaning more towards three.
We got married on Nov. 12. By Christmas, we were pregnant with Emily. I knew right away too. I was brought to tears because somebody stole my gnome from the front yard. We were training for a half marathon and I had run 8 miles the weekend before. I couldn't even make it to the end of the street. There were all sorts of signs. I took a test days before my period was even due and it was positive.
We decided to try for our second child in May of 2005. I told David we were pregnant on his birthday, June 12. Again, it took less than 2 months and I knew way before I was even late.
Emily and Ben were both difficult babies. We tried to go out to eat with my Dad and Suzy and David's Mom and sister who were visiting and Emily screamed the entire time. She was about 3 weeks old. She liked to cry. A lot. Ben wasn't any better. David would jump through hoops trying to get him to fall asleep every night. He was a screamer and didn't sleep 8 hours for a year. Thank God they were healthy. But, they drove us to the edge.
Emily was only 17 months when we brought home Ben. It was like having 2 babies. Emily wasn't cranky at that point, but she had developed a love for not sleeping. She's still that way. I remember one particular day, Ben was maybe 4 months old and he was screaming his lungs out. I had to call David at work. I told him to get home before I did something horrible. I hid in the dark closet until David arrived 5 minutes later.
After thoroughly being traumatized by both our kids, we thought two would be it for us. However, we always thought maybe, just maybe. We hadn't taken any permanent action, so anything was still possible.
Last January, David came home from work and said he wanted to try for another baby.
What? What? What?I had gotten comfortable where we were at. I needed several days to think it over and finally, my birth control pills went in the garbage.
Of course, we both assumed I'd be pregnant in 2 months. I almost backed out from being in my Aunt Rosie's wedding because I truly believed I would be 8 months pregnant by then.
2 months turned to 3, 4, 5, 6...12
There was just a point where we thought it was going to be too late. Yet, I always knew if we stopped I'd wonder what if we'd tried for just one more month.
I had just told David a few weeks ago that I was making my annual appointment at the gynecologist. The plan would be to resume birth control at that point.
Obviously, that isn't going to happen.
We were at the grocery store yesterday and I decided to get a pregnancy test. Not because I thought I was pregnant, but because I just didn't want to think "what if" anymore. I was several days late. As I was taking the test, I truly believed we had just wasted $10. I had a little cramping, but I assumed that was my period and nothing else. There has been no other signs or symptoms.
Needless to say, I was shocked. David was shocked. After a year, we just didn't think it was going to happen for us. We were okay with that, but we are ecstatic that our life is going to head down the opposite path.
We told Emily who was excited and asked if we could call it "heart". Um, no. Then, she said she could feed it and play with it. Now, she's on the right track.
Ben was a little more confused and actually lifted my shirt to try to see the "baby in mommy's belly". The morning before we found out Ben had said he wanted a baby brother or sister. He had never said that before. I'm happy that Ben will now be able to call himself a big brother. A title I truly didn't think he'd ever have.
Now comes the hard part. The waiting and planning and waiting some more.
We are due October 7th.
We are truly blessed.