So about 6 months ago I ‘pulled the goalie’ as a good friend of mine would say. Barret and I began talking about having a third baby about a year ago and he was not ready until Druw’s 2nd Birthday. I agreed and we have been trying for 6 months. As the months came and went I was beginning to get a little discouraged because with the first two babies it was a no brainer. It kind of went like this:
“You want to have a baby?”
Then about 5 weeks later I took a test and it was positive. Then the second baby … “Want to start trying for a second?” “Ok” and then 6 weeks later pregnant again. I thought it would go the same with the third, but apparently not. It is fine at this point because after 6 months…a positive test! It is amazing the kind of rush you get from a positive test. This is only like the fifth test I have taken in the last 6 months, but after I took the test, Barret said he wanted to go and see it. He walked into the bathroom and then a minute later came back smiling this funny smile. What does that mean I wondered. I was too scared to look. Barret got Druw, picked him up and asked how many lines do you see? “TWO.” I hesitated for a minute because you never know with Druw and numbers, but then I could see it for myself. I was so excited!
So far I feel good, very tired but good. With the other two I think I was sick from the second I got pregnant, but we will see, hopefully it will go easier this time!