"We're Pregnant!" -2010-

I have been sharing our experiences of finding out we were pregnant with each baby and their births.

We waited a bit longer before trying for a third. Adding a baby to your life is always difficult, but I think adjusting to two children has been the hardest change for us so far. (I hope I can still say that a year from now!) When Noah was born, Joshua was a very strong-willed two-year-old. For an entire year, and I am not exaggerating, he threw a tantrum every single morning because he had to get dressed. Between a crying infant and tantrums, we sure had our hands full. I would also say that time was the hardest so far on our marriage. It took Jason and I a while to find our relationship again in the midst of spit-up and potty training.

Trying for a baby was hard on me as I described in a prior post, but this time only lasted about six months. Who knows how many pregnancy tests I took in that six months? I realize this isn't normal. I realize it makes me slightly neurotic. I'm sure Jason is aware that I probably need therapy.

In June of 2010, I was pretty sure that I was pregnant. I took a pregnancy test. Negative. A week later, I took another one. Negative. On July 1st, I went to the doctor and was tested. Still negative. At this point, a normal woman would have accepted that she indeed was not pregnant. Not me. I still felt pregnant, and then of course was the fact that Aunt Flo had not visited in quite some time.

Three weeks later, Aunt Flo still had not visited. I was sure I was pregnant but also felt so foolish and stupid for thinking so. We were about to leave on an Engaged Encounter camping trip for the weekend. Drinking would be involved. We were preparing to leave and I was going back and forth in my mind about whether or not to take another test. This was on day 77 of my cycle!

Jason had packed the car. We would be departing soon.

"Jason, can you go to the store?"

"Now? For what?"

"A pregnancy test."

"Really?" he asked, surely hiding any thoughts he must have had that his wife is slightly psycho.

"Yes. Please. I just want to be sure before we go."

"Okay . . . "

But I wasn't psycho. A little while later, a test FINALLY confirmed what I had suspected all along. I was indeed pregnant. Even though I had thought this all along, the test still shocked me. I really had thought I was losing my mind and that I just wanted to be pregnant so much that I was deluding myself. When I told Jason, he too could not believe it. We laughed and we cried and we were utterly joyful for our new blessing.

A little while later, I called Jenny to see if they had left yet for the camping trip. They had not and she picked up the phone. I shared our news with her and she was so thrilled. We kept it secret for the rest of the weekend, and as any best friend should, Jenny made the sacrifice by secretly drinking each generous glass of wine that I poured for myself. Now that's a good friend! It was a very fun weekend indeed.