The words I said to Jeff at 7 am the morning I took a pregnancy test were more like, "Don't kill me for waking you...but I'm pregnant."
After whipping the pregnancy test at his pillow, I am pretty sure I started crying.
He responded with "Seriously?! This is good, right?!"
My blank stare and tear streaked cheeks made him question everything, rightfully so. I cannot hide my emotions no matter how hard I try and this was NOT at all what I expected...
Sure, I had been napping during the day, puking, only eating carbs, and not able to cook anything for dinner the past few days. But being pregnant did not cross my mind. I couldn't be pregnant! I just had my "period" and had been drinking all vacation long.
I expected to start trying to conceive baby #2 as soon as I came home from our summer trip to Chicago. I expected it to take a while, since I am officially of advanced maternal age now. I expected to have a baby next summer. I expected things to go according to my plan.
“Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans" -John Lennon
So here we are 12 weeks into pregnancy #2, happy (nauseous, tired, and still a little bit in denial) as can be.
My plans were just that...plans. My real life is way better than anything I could have planned!
My plans were just that...plans. My real life is way better than anything I could have planned!
It will be March 13th before we know it, right?!
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| Leila is convinced she has a baby in her belly too. |
