Lucky #3

Our daughter was 6.  Our son was 3.  Inspiration struck….wouldn’t it be great to add a third!  I was almost 38.  If we started trying immediately, I would have the baby when I was 38 and would breastfeed for one year.  I would be free by the time I turned 40.  Perfection!  

But month after month went by without a positive test.  I am one of those obsessive people who starts testing 2 days before an expected period and keeps testing until I am well into my visit from Aunt Flo.  I spent hundreds of dollars on tests (I could kick myself now).  I stressed every month.  We got pregnant so easily with our first two, even with a miscarriage we were pregnant again within two months.  For 9 months, I obsessed, cried, and peed on sticks.

I had my annual exam in mid April and told her what was going on (or not going on).  I had given up.  She gave me a prescription for something that could help. I never took it.  I got pregnant at the end of the month.

I should have been happy, right?  We got pregnant in April and in August I turned 39.  I am not one to usually worry about this but I didn’t want to tell people because I thought they would judge me.  I didn’t want to tell people because I was worried about what people would say.  Those who know me, know the last thing I usually worry about it the judgement of others but for some reason, this really bothered me.  I didn’t feel overjoyed….I felt worried and nervous.  

We had the genetic testing done (that’s another story) and got the results at 15 weeks.  Everything was fine! A friend who knew from day one finally texted and asked is everything was ok because she hadn’t heard anything about the pregnancy.  I told her yes (and it was a boy!).  She asked if we were going to put anything on Facebook. At this time, we were closer to 17 weeks and still had only told a few close family members and friends.  I knew it was time to tell the world.

In true Pinterest style, I got a letter board and took a picture of the kids with it.  I threw in some funny hashtags and announced to the world we would be welcoming a boy to the world.  

I was OVERWHELMED with the support we received. All those feelings I was having about how people would react were swept away.  People were overjoyed for us. Some even said we were great parents (say, what???).  I was flooded with joy.  We weren’t crazy.  I wasn’t too old. And it didn’t matter what anyone thought.  We would have a little boy in 5 months and it would be great!