Joy - pump, pump, pump it up. 

 

I decided there is just too much to write in one post so I am breaking up the joy and the pain - today is all about the joy - because - drum roll please --  I'm pregnant.  Yep, after 2 years of trying and basically giving up, I'm knocked up.  I'm not only knocked up, I'm 6 weeks along, as in 33 left to go!  This is beyond a surprise for me.  I'd let the idea of another baby go, I was focused on cheering friends on as they headed down fertility roads, but I knew my time had passed.  How greedy can one girl get?  I have 2 adorable children, they youngest is out of diapers, maybe 2 was all I was supposed to have.

 

Then whamo.  Prego.  I joked with the doctor that I didn't know how far along I was, but I could definitely tell him the three possible conception dates it would have been.  Hey after two kids, I can tell this doc everything, he's spent more time in my whoo hoo than hubby has!  He laughed, did the ultra sound - which if you've never had a vaginal ultrasound - imagine a doctor playing "driver with a stick shift" with a thing that looks remarkably like your vibrator.  Got the official word - egg sack, six weeks, and good to go.

 

So yes, my plans were turned around - but in a joyful way.  I am thrilled that the third one decided to show up.  I am so happy the 4th bedroom won't be some made up idea but really will be a baby's room.  I CAN NOT wait to hold an infant again, a little baby that grew inside of me and will make my heart grow the wider with new love and hope and promise. 

 

Hubby is thrilled, but is not the practical type.  He sees only good and joy, so he doesn't understand how this great news can also stress me.  I, of course, hear baby and immediately think Ka-ching!  Day care, diapers, schools, college!  It's like watching the dollars sign float over my head and I'm starting to eliminate more fluff from our fiances.  So I won't get a new purse every couple of months, and hubby, well hubby is going to have give up a few of his S*bucks lattes.  Simply, the plan is out of whack, and it will take me a few days to get settled into the new topography of our life.

 

The only disappointing thing (ok besides the you're 35 and old and have to have lots more test talk) is that I don't have a great story to tell this one of the day they were conceived.  My son was started out life in the womb on new years eve, it was romantic, we were in california and it was a wonderful evening.  My daughter got her start in atlantic city on a romantic weekend.  When I tell her about that magical night, I can leave out the booze and gambling, plus I have a chip from the casino/hotel we were staring at.  This one, well this child will have to be called Mercy.  You see, I'd had surgery and it'd been a while for poor ol hubby and I felt sorry for him.  So this child will hear a story about wifely duties even when you don't' feel like it, and yes, even after you're married, there is such a thing as a mercy fuck! 

 

Hopefully when I get around sharing news about the pain, it will be better and won't seem so severe.  And as Buffalo Girl told me - the pain doesn't matter - "YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY!!!!!".