I have written before about the reason we only have one child (you can read that here if you would like). We would like more children, but after it took so long to have Teghan, we figured maybe adoption should be a consideration for our future. I am glad we felt that way, because we are now over five more years without birth control (what a waste of money that was!) and I am thirty-seven years old. I can’t imagine the stress I would have felt if I had been trying to have another baby all this time. I suppose turning thirty-five would have made me a basket case. But luckily, it is just not something that I think about anymore. I accepted those cards long ago. In fact, we have started to feel more pressure about deciding if we want to adopt in the upcoming years. I mean, we aren’t exactly getting any younger.
In spite of all this, somehow we are having a baby.
To be honest, I felt ridiculous even buying a pregnancy test. I thought, “PMS symptoms are probably continuing into week three because I am dying or something.” It seemed more likely at the time. I suppose Dave was just as skeptical. I could have hidden it from him, but I am lazy- and he is the one who puts the groceries away. And I wasted no time taking it, because we didn’t want to be silly and start thinking about it seriously. I’m not going down that road again.
So you can imagine our surprise when it came up positive. Even after seeing the baby during the sonogram at eight and twelve weeks, I’m not so sure it’s happening. Don’t get me wrong, the twelve week sonogram changed my world. Up until then I had been living in the nightmare of the first trimester- where everything online makes you believe your baby has died, you feel like crap all the time, and you haven’t told anyone yet so you can’t complain.
It’s better now, I just look really fat. I can’t wait for my uterus to be high enough where it meets my original waistline fat and I can just walk around pretending it’s all baby!
Anyway, we finally told some friends this past weekend while we were in Illinois. I told my boss today. Now it’s time to let the rest of you know. And seriously, we could not be more excited (and nervous). We cannot wait to see how Teghan reacts to this change, but if my nephew is any indication then she will probably not notice the baby exists for at least the first two years.
We just didn’t think this was possible. It’s unusual for me to feel so happy about being wrong, but here we are. And that’s what’s new in our world right now….