Yes, Derrick and I like to say we plan pregnancy but much to our dismay there is nothing that goes right for us during the 'trying' stage. To put it simply and for the sake of any readers out there (aka my Dad) who don't necessarily want the details we have been trying since March/April 2009. We knew it would take awhile and we were super relaxed about it up until about Dec 2009 (when I first cried over getting a period) and Mar 2010 (post Mexico when Derrick said it's time to see the Dr.) So yes, there is a long story behind our second-highly anticipated, completely humbling, wonderfully overwhelming little gummy bear (look at that picture!-cute little gummy!) But we shall save that for another day.
I found out about the pregnancy on May 29th after having friends over for movies and junk food I thought I would take a quick test and of course I had so many boxes of 'sticks' that I finally just shoved them all into one container-quite stupidly and of course I couldn't tell which was which or how to read one from the other so after 3 consecutive tests I decided this would better be handled in the morning (it was like 2 a.m. by this time) and then Derrick could be home also. Needless to say, I couldn't wait for D so I took a few more tests and decided that I must be pregnant. D came home and immediately asked if I had gotten my period and I nonchalantly answered not yet and when he finally went to the bathroom he frantically came out asking what the 5 tests meant. I had to answer honestly and tell him I am a moron for mixing tests in one box and not saving directions so we broke down and bought another box of 2 tests complete with instructions. The rest is history. Derrick was shocked, Riley was feeding off of the excitement by whooping and hollering and I cried myself to sleep that night because I was irrationally feeling like I was cheating on my Riley Man by wanting, loving, anticipating and dreaming about this new baby. Completely hormonal and sleep deprived=a completely vulnerable, emotional and tearful Lindsey.
We bought Riley a big brother shirt and put it on his bear-he sleeps with it every night : ) . We talk to him about the baby and he seems to understand. In church, the grocery store, Target-let's just say anywhere if he sees a baby he starts squealing mommy baby, mommy baby, and then proceeds to lift my shirt up to somehow prove his point. He tell him how big of a boy he is and how proud we are of him and then we try to explain that he will soon sleep in his big boy bed and a new baby will sleep in the crib. We have ALOT of time to talk so although he might not get it-it doesn't stop me from babbling to him about it.
Although I have been exhausted pregnancy still suits me and the exhaustion is understandable. This time around I don't work at 10:30 a.m. and average 11 hours of sleep each night. This time around I am not playing hockey, golf, cars and tools with a 2-year-old. This time around I am not sitting on the couch after work and watching TV until bedtime.
BUT
This time around I am home by 3 and D makes sure I am getting a nap everyday. This time around Riley hugs me everyday (numerous times) and tries to kiss my belly. This time around I get to enjoy and soak up as much alone time with my toddler as possible playing cars, hockey, golf and running around at the park. This time around I am not at all nervous about pregnancy/birth and am just enjoying every single day I am pregnant.
AND EVEN BETTER.
I am now 12 weeks and 1 day along and it feels as though a light switch has been turned on. My NRG is back and I have managed to wash sheets and towels, vacuum, do the dishes, mow the lawn with Riley, give him a bath, brush his teeth, read a story and put him to bed all in one Monday night with NO nap!!! Yay-please feel the same tomorrow! I was really starting to feel useless and moldy!
I will close with how amazed I feel at the miracle of pregnancy. We feel so honored and humbled to once again be able to be parents to a little one. It just about knocks me over to think that my Little Man will be a BIG brother soon. Although convenience would say a boy would be easier we/I will be completely content with whatever is given to us. (I had very strong feelings it was a boy earlier and now D has really thrown me off with all of his girl talk) Either way we are prepared with names already and we are just going to strap in and enjoy the next 28 weeks because these are the last 28 weeks of our family of 3 and they will fly by.
For now here's our sweet gummy bear at just 9 weeks and 2 days, measuring just over an inch long and moving around like crazy. Tears flowed easily when I saw him/her and D just beamed with pride. We LOVE this little one so and have for a long time already!
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