Well my friends, I've been known to joke . . . but it's becoming a certified reality, I have my babies on even months and odd years. So here comes Baby #3, 4.17.2013 [I'll be 12w on 10/3]. Can I call it now? Based on my 39w deliveries, I'm already going to put my guess in on April 10th, 2013.
From early on in our marriage, Tony and I were always pretty clear in our desired number in our family. He said 3-5, I said 2-3, so naturally 3 was a great compromise. This announcement seems to have shocked some and been as obvious as writing on the wall for others, but we've been pretty open book that we weren't quite done yet. It doesn't seem to be the standard with my blogging friends to keep their pregnancies on the down low, but for my love of being open . . . it's just not how I do my pregnancies.
I have to be honest, with a miscarriage between two healthy pregnancies, I've had a really hard time believing that a healthy pregnancy doesn't have to be proceeded by a loss. It took me awhile to really adjust to the fact that I'm staying pregnant, at least it appears that way for now. However, what really helped me this time was that I didn't have a sinking feeling. With Josiah, Tony went warp speed to excited and I couldn't quite get there with him, there was just something that kept me held back. While I have been anxious this time, there has not be any reservation. I doubt that makes much sense to anyone!
I tested for several days with internet cheapies, but not even a hint of a line showed. I finally used a Clear Blue blue dye line test and saw the faintest evap line, but as soon as I googled "false positive" I felt certain that I was holding a similar result in my hand, even though I know that a "line is a line is a line." That same day, I ran down to Target and bought a pack of digitals, because after all of the negative internet cheapies and a suspected false positive, I didn't want to mess around anymore.
And against my better judgement, I tested at work and made my way to the Wellness Room, with the test covered. After a good two minutes, I took the piece of paper off that I'd used to cover the message . . . only to find it still processing. For the next three seconds I was certain it was going to say "Not Pregnant" as it would have surely shown pregnant by then if I was, only to suddenly and jarringly have it pop up "Pregnant." Given that it's a 50/50 answer, you'd really think I wouldn't have been so shocked. I immediately started sobbing, got on my knees and started thanking God. We are so blessed.
As expected, my brain was a muddled mess the rest of the afternoon and once I picked up the boys, I had about 15 minutes to come up with something to share the news with Tony. I know, I know, I could just have use spoken words, but I've done something every time, so I quick drew a stick family of 4, with the mama's belly appropriately pregnant. I planned to have Isaac give it to Tony as something he drew at my Mom's.
Isaac's such a little stinker and even though I never used the word secret as soon as Tony got home, he kept saying "I have a secret Daddy." I of course had my camera around my neck and Tony didn't even think twice. Isaac asked to show him his coloring. Tony crouched down next to him and asked Isaac to tell him who everybody was.
As soon as we were all named, he looked up at me and that's when I said "And one more." Too bad he had his sunglasses on and you can't see his eyes teared up! He responded with "Are you serious?" which he has asked every time I've told him I'm pregnant. You'd think I have a habit of jokingly telling him that I'm knocked up!
Such a hilarious picture! But really letting it sink in. We didn't tell Isaac at the time what the hubbub was all about . . .
We quietly kept the news to ourselves, as we anxiously awaited our dating ultrasound. I was extremely nervous going into the ultrasound on Sept 10th, but my symptoms had been keeping up and I didn't feel badly about the pregnancy. We were amazed to see this beautiful little peanut taking up the screen at 8w5d.
Since then, I've heard the heartbeat at my midwive's office  and several times at home on a borrowed doppler. Nothing is sweeter than hearing that quick beat. It seems absolutely crazy now that it's out there . . . we really are going for three children! A family of 5.
We waited to tell family, including Isaac, until about 2 weeks ago. We asked Isaac if he wanted to share a secret with Grandma first and he excitedly said "Yes! I'm going to tell Grandma that Mustangs go fast!" Not quite what we were going for . . . we finally convinced him to share two secrets, first that there is a baby in mama's belly and that Mustangs go fast. Guess which one he was most excited to share?
He's absolutely convinced that it's a baby sister and is quite adamant that it's a little girl . . . but he said the same about Ezra, so he doesn't have a great track record. On that note, to answer the most frequently asked question, yes, we do hope for a daughter. Most people close to me know that this is only a recent change of heart, as most of my life I was very certain that I did not want a daughter and that three boys would be perfectly fine! Granted, if God blesses us with a third little boy, we will not be disappointed, because that is His plan for our family.
Thank you so much for the incredible congratulations! We're so happy to be allowed to go this wonderful journey again!