The stork is coming again!
I am about 14 weeks, and the shock of it all is starting to wear off. We are super excited, but when we first found out-we were silent for about 48 hours.
Here's how we found out:
It was 2 nights before New Year's Eve around 11p.m., and I get a text from 2 of my best friends in Chicago saying that they were coming to Kansas City to spend New Years with us. I was ECSTATIC! The mister and I start talking about all that we wanted to do while they were here, and I mosey into the kitchen, and start chowing down on his stash of kettle chips. This is something I ne-ver do. Especially at 11 p.m. Jared's just looking at me, in disbelief when I say, "I'm hungry. We should order a pizza or something....domino's". Now, let me just say that in the 4 years we have known each other, we have never ordered a pizza.
Jared sat there for a minute and says, "will you do me a favor, and go take a pregnancy test?".
"Babe, I'm not pregnant. I just started my girly time two days.......". And then I froze.
The scenario was the exact same with Addison: I have all the signs that it's that time of the month, and it never really "full on" happens. I ran upstairs and grabbed a test (we have hundreds by the way-Jared thought he was buying ovulation strips, and we got a lifetime supply of pregnancy tests). I do my business and we wait.
Here comes a line....very faint, but there's a line. I took two more. The line was still faint, but I had a breakdown none-the-less. It went something like this:
"OMG! I can't believe this! I'm not ready for number 2! We JUST got done having the conversation about waiting until Add was 2 to start trying! I want more time with him! My friends are coming here and I can't drink!! I'm going to get fat! We have to re-do the guest room, and change Add's room! I'm standing up in Jenelle's wedding and I'm going to look like a pig in a blanket!!! I can't eat anymore sushi!"
Poor Jared. He didn't know whether to just let me vent, comfort me, or hand me an academy award.
After that meltdown, I sat on the stairs and bawled because I felt guilty because I wasn't excited. That went something like this:
"This is terrible! I should be excited! I mean, it isn't about our plans, it's about God's plans! This is just so crazy! I should be so happy! Some people have the hardest time getting pregnant, and here I am worrying about getting fat! But I am gonna get fat! But that's okay. This is a blessing. Oh! Our California trip! No wine in California---it's okay-it's fine. This is good. They'll be so close in age-they'll be the best of friends. What if Addison HATES having a brother or a sister? Do you think we'll have a boy or a girl? I'm going to take another test."
And I did. I took 11 total. By the last one, the line was neon.
Fast forward a few weeks later, and the excitement began to settle in, and all is good. I still worry a bit about what it will be like to have 2. And I hear that it is sooo normal for you to think you couldn't possibly love number 2 like you did number 1 , and that sometimes you have to remind yourself your pregnant during the day because you're so busy taking care of number 1 that you "forget".
What I haven't forgotten however, is just how much I love a glass of red. When I was preggers with Add, the mere thought of wine made me nauseous. That is NOT the case with this bun. It's going to be a long 9 months.....and that non-alcoholic wine? DISGUSTING.