*Written on May 30, the day I found out.
Okay. Okay. Okay. Whoa! Okay. Repeat those five words for about 30 minutes straight and that’s exactly what it was like for me when I saw that second line pop up on the pregnancy test.
I was feeling a little off for several days in a row, and since the other two members of this family felt fine, I decided to take a test. Because that’s what you do when you haven’t seen your period in a few weeks and you’re feeling weird. I kept chocking up the missed period to me still breastfeeding (especially since prior tests kept coming back negative), but low and behold, this Mama’s cooking up another baby!
I tested positive towards the end of the day while Julia was still taking her nap and while my husband was at work; I literally wasn’t expecting it, and sat there staring at the test in my hands for a good five minutes before I pulled myself together (kinda) and stood up. Seriously, “okay,” is the only thing my mind could comprehend saying (out loud and in my head) over and over and over again. Needing to tell someone, anyone, the news, I broke the number one rule when it comes to parenting: I woke my sleeping baby.
“You’re going to be a big sister,” I told my first born as I picked her up out of the crib. And then the most amazing thing happened: she turned her head and smiled at me. That’s when all the emotions bubbled up and poured out. I let the tears fall as I nursed her.
The tears were a mixture of fear, excitement, sadness, joy…you name it, and I was feeling it.
Knowing my husband would be on his way home soon from work, I quickly changed Julia’s diaper and we hit the road. I wanted to tell him in a special way and hoped I could quickly find a “Big Sister” shirt for her to wear. Well, it turns out they don’t actually make that phrase on shirts sold in stores; you have to buy them online. (Actually, you can now find shirts like that at Target, go figure.) Drats. I raced around town trying to find one and finally gave up when he texted me, saying he was on his way home. I made up some lame reason for why I was out shopping (I usually shop in the morning when it’s cooler and the stores are empty), said we’d be home soon, and came up with a new idea for how I’d tell him.
He was already home when we drove up, so as he got Julia out of the car, I handed the Target bag to her. Curiosity got the best of him and, just like I hoped, he wanted to know what was in the bag.
Do you want to know what was in the bag? Check out this video! (Keep in mind that he didn’t know I was recording, and I was trying to be sneaky, so it’s a little all over the place. Not apologizing, just letting you know.)
The man I married was born to be a father. His excitement and reassurance that this pregnancy is the best thing in the entire world is the unbelievably comforting. I’d be lying if I said I was completely overjoyed and ecstatic, because I’m still in disbelief. It took just about a year to get pregnant with Julia and this time it just…happened.
As for what we’re calling this one, for now it’s dubbed as “PJ” (for “Pickles Junior”). Clever, right? We always said we wanted our kids to be close in age, so it looks like we’ll have two under two in early 2015!