Didn't See That Coming

On November 20, 2016, we found out I was pregnant.  It was, to put it mildly, unexpected.

We had been going back and forth on a third baby since Leo was a baby.  On occasion, I would have a really strong feeling that our family wasn't complete.  Was this chapter in my life closed?  I would never get to experience pregnancy again?  Never again would we watch another one of our babies grow and become their own person?

And then shit would hit the fan with either one or both of the kids we already had and I would say to myself "You're fucking nuts!  You don't need another baby, you can barely handle the two you already have!!!"

This internal battle went on for years.

And then suddenly life became a little easier.

Travel was easier.  We didn't have to pack to so much extra little crap.  They could share a room.  Airplanes were a little less awful.

Leo was almost out of diapers.  Life with no diapers, really?!

Jack was in full time school.  Leo was in half day.  I had 2.5 hours to myself EVERY DAY!

Justin was done.

Every day we inched a little further from our "baby days" and our boys became a little more independent.  Life was still challenging but in a different way.

And then November rolled around.

I had had a little "scare" during our vacation in Tybee over the summer so I just assumed for the first few days it was the same thing.  I was a week late when we left for our vacation to Florida.  J noticed I was a little quiet at the airport and I finally told him.  In my mind, there was NO way I could possibly be pregnant but if I wasn't pregnant then something else was wrong.  Either way, I started to freak out.  So on day 11, I pulled the trigger.

I told J I took a test.  I couldn't look at it myself.  He brought it in to me with a smile and "It's gonna be great!"

Huh?

No way.  There is NO possible way.

But there it was....

Well shit.....didn't see that coming.

L