I really wanted to do something special to commemorate this occasion, but in all honesty, I’m tired, I’m sick, and I’m in a bit of shock. So I’ll just say it here and now… Dexter and Daniel are going to be big brothers!
The last time I made this announcement, I said that both of my kids were “happy accidents.” And this time is no different. Mark and I have always wanted to have three kids, and we were planning on taking this year to get our affairs in order and start trying for number three at the end of 2014. And since I was breastfeeding Daniel, I hadn’t been in “fertile territory” until last month, when I finally got my period. And then… well, clearly we have a healthy marriage, because I’m six weeks along now.
I’ve been chastised in the past for announcing my pregnancies too early. I always let people know as soon as I do. I’m not superstitious in that way. I am superstitious in thinking that as soon as you become superstitious is when bad things happen. All that said, I was a little thrown this time around, as we haven’t had the smoothest start.
I found out last week. My period was late. I’ve never been super regular, but I SHOULD have had it by then. So I took a test on Tuesday. It was negative. I took another on Wednesday, and it was positive! And then…
Well, then I started to bleed. A lot. I was beside myself. I was pretty sure it was over before it had begun. And while I was super sad and upset, I was also a little relieved. Mark and I were a little bit… unprepared for it to happen so soon. I bled for two or three days, and then it just… stopped.
I waited for the weekend before retesting. On Saturday morning, the cheapo test I’d bought showed the very faintest positive.
I assumed that it meant my hormones were ebbing away. But the fact it was still positive gave me hope. Later in the day, I was overcome by a wave of nausea. I was so sick and dizzy and disoriented that I actually thought I might have caffeine poisoning from the coffee I’d drunk that morning. But I had a feeling…
The next day, I took another test, and it was the same super faint plus. At this point, I have to admit that Mark really didn’t believe I was ever pregnant. I think he thought I was messing with him in the first place (it’s our inside joke that I tell him I’m pregnant just to see his reaction), and then he saw the very faint positives and figured it was just some fault of the tests. So I knew the only way to be sure (for both our sakes) was to get a digital test.
Sure enough, the test was very clear when it showed “Pregnant.” Not much disputing that! And once he saw it, Mark got a big smile on his face, and we both felt good.
A doctor’s visit and blood test confirmed the news, and we’re booked in to my OB later this month to make sure all is well.
I admit to a bit of trepidation. Two kids has proven to be quite a lot of work for both of us. In December I had to put them in daycare so I could have a little break, and thankfully it helped immensely. We decided to keep them in there in the new year because Dexter was REALLY benefiting from being around other kids. His hearing issues had been resolved with the surgery he’d had, and he was talking more and learning SO much. He’s gone from being super shy to being the life of the party. He’s like Norm in Cheers. The kids all yell his name when he walks in the room!
And Daniel has really come out of his shell, as well. He had such bad separation anxiety that leaving him with strangers each day nearly broke my heart. But he has come along so much. Now he even sleeps through the night in his own bed because he doesn’t HAVE to be held all the time.
But obviously with another kid on the way, we are going to have to be more careful with money, so we are going to be taking them both down to only a couple of days a week. That way they will still get their interaction, but I can have them home with me more and work with them.
At the end of the day, we are over the moon. It’s not how we planned, but we are excited to finish off our family with our much longed for third child. I will say right now that we are both hoping for a girl, but I will be thrilled no matter what gender it is. I love my boys so much, and being the only lady in their lives is okay by me.
So now I’m after advice! What am I in for when it comes to a third child? What are the things that no one warns you about?