A week ago, I had a feeling something wasn't right. In the lady department. One of those "I'm sure everything is fine but I should just check, you know, to be sure" type of things. A quick trip to CVS and then to the bathroom and three minutes later, I am faced with this:
If your first thought after seeing this was HOLY F*CK!!! then we are on the same page. I called Billy, crying hysterically, apologizing and basically just being crazy. Typical pregnant person stuff. He talked me down and I was able to keep my head out the oven.
You see, this wasn't supposed to happen. We had a DOCTOR - a specialist, no less! - tell us that this was not supposed to happen. Or at least, it would probably take a long, long time. And I know this happens all the time. Couple struggles with IF for X years, does treatments, has a one (or two or three...) babies with some help and them BOOM - surprise pregnancy. But I thought, based our our IF circumstances, that this would not be our case. It wasn't some hormonal thing, or some unexplained thing that could change whenever. It was just a very, very small chance of it happening "naturally" for us. So, you can imagine my surprise to see that stick telling me I'm pregnant after just three short months of returned fertility (breast feeding moms know what I'm talking about).
As a friend of mine put it, I should buy lottery tickets. And Lord knows we'll need those winnings to send four kids to college. Oy.
Now that a week has passed, I'm feeling much better and I'm getting really excited about adding a new little one to our family. It will be crazy, for sure, but I know we can handle it. The baby is due sometime in June so it will be a LONG summer home alone with four kids but at least we can play outside. Visitors will be welcome! And your morale-boosting comments are much appreciated, as well.
What a way to get back to blogging, huh?? :)