Aaaand it’s positive. For the third time in my life. Holy crap.
I wish I could just post that and have that be enough of a post to show you all how completely shocked I am. What is the popular saying? God laughs when we make plans? Yeah, he’s busting a gut right now. I’m pretty sure of it.
My saving grace? (besides that it’s a baby) My husband is actually very excited. I mean after all he’s the MAN, right ladies? All the work they put into it? Ya that.
So holy crap–I said that already right? I’m going to have another baby. Some people don’t like to share this information online. I however like to. You know, I was done at two. I had been telling everyone, nope, no more babies for me–I’m done! I even gave away my maternity clothes the week before I found out. Yeah, isn’t that a kick in the ass.
I’ll be honest, I freaked out. I mean, things were finally starting to get easier. I had made that decision in my head that, two, was a great number to have. I had started to picture what ages i’d take them to Disney world, I pictured sleeping at night. I’d had two boys and I’d made my piece with it, two boys afterall, was all I needed. Or so I thought.
So because of my wacky menstrual cycle, I had NO idea how far along I was. I found out on December 18th (and it’s taken me 8 months to post this), yup, just before Christmas parties, and New Years. It was going to be my third dry holiday season. Yay me. I went to see my doctor on the 23rd, and she put in a request for a dating ultrasound (which i’d never had before) and I finally got in to see the baby in January. I wasn’t even as far along as I had guestimated.
Everyone says, “Oh for sure girl!” but I’m not holding on to that, after all teenage girls scare me. Chill me to the bone. And then there are the people who say, wait a minute, didn’t you just go back to work? Why yes, and aren’t they going to be pleased when I tell them. I also have two kids in one room already. So, three kids, one room? Shoot me now. We also have two cars that don’t suit three kids. Oh the things that need to be done to prepare for this little one make my head spin. And yes, everyone keeps telling me, oh it will be fiiiiiiine! Yes, I understand we will make it work. It’s just hard to change your perspective so quickly. I guess that’s pregnancy is 9 months, it will give me enough time to get my stuff together.
So hang on, because here comes another Carrasco.