I have been thinking a lot about babies lately. If we hadn't had that possibility permanently eliminated I would be debating another. Cuz you know I am not quite close enough to a nervous breakdown some days.
All of my children were planned and scheduled.
Except for this one.
(She has learned to say, "Cheeeeeeeese!" every time she sees the camera.)
It was always to the chagrin of my mom that I knew six times I was pregnant before she did. That is her gift. She can spot an unsuspecting newly pregnant woman a mile away - maybe two.
But I always used EPTs!
After Tayte turned one The Coach and I started discussing having another child. We were tentatively thinking about trying after Tayte's second birthday. It would give me an opportunity to complete an entire triathlon season and to save up some "sick" days at work.
I was also secretly tentatively toying with the idea of not having a fifth child ever. I have been blessed with trauma free pregnancies, but I don't LIKE to be pregnant and no one likes to be around me when I am. Plus I was remembering the challenges of raising two young babies during my twenties. My plan was to teach Tayte to be spectacular bratty thus insuring The Coach wouldn't want another. :)
By Christmas that year I had planned out a triathlon season including Olympic distance races. I had lost all my baby weight plus about fifteen pounds and had assembled a new wardrobe while watching reruns of "What Not to Wear". The Coach and I had plans for a two week family vacation to New York. Let's just say I was being VERY CAREFUL to swallow that pill every morning.
I was at my mom's house on Christmas Eve and I was crying. I don't remember why. I think someone asked me to pass the cranberry or something equally offensive. My mother took me aside and said, "Heather, you are pregnant." I was adamant I wasn't. My mother continued on. "You are weepy, and your face is fuzzy and your body is fluffy." Imagine my reaction to that if a simple request for cranberry had sent me sobbing from the room.
I bought the EPT that night, and the next morning Mom's notion was confirmed. The Coach was ecstatic which is odd for him. He is definitely a planner. I dissolved into a sobbing mess yet again. And then I cried some more because I felt so guilty for crying. This poor unborn baby-kins wasn't even getting a friendly welcome. Guilt overwhelmed as me just as much as the surprise of being pregnant for the next week or so.
I finally I got over it and realized I could still run while pregnant. (But I didn't.) I could certainly go to New York (I did.) I realized if I had managed to lose the weight after Tayte I could do it again.
I stubbornly held on to the dream of pursuing my master's degree until after Shaye was born. At that point I was hit with the reality that those plans were MINE and I hadn't consulted the proper authorities (GOD) to make sure we were on the same page.
Nineteen short months after her birth I can't imagine our house without her busy, *blackeyed, runny nosed, ornery, carnivorous, dog riding self.
Now if I could just get her older brother to quit calling her Accident.
*She managed to get not one, but two black eyes last week alone.
Were you totally surprised by any of your babies?