After seeing negatives for a year, but jaw hit the floor. I really shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. Ruth was in the bathroom with me (because privacy isn’t a thing when you have young children) and I asked her how many lines she saw. “Two!” she said without hesitation.
“Do you know what that means?” I asked her, my eyes as wide as saucers.
She looked at me quizzically, as if to say, “Should I, Mom?”
“That means there is another baby in mommy’s belly!” I pronounced, and waited for dramatic effect.
“Great!” she said nonchalantly, and continued playing with whatever she was playing with. Scott was on a work call at the moment, but I was banking on his reaction being more satisfying.
When Ruth and I went downstairs, I started dinner and waited for Scott to get off the phone. When he did, he came over to chat with me while I made dinner, and I called Ruth over.
“Ruthie, what news do we have to tell Daddy?”
“I slept in my panties and didn’t pee pee!”
I interrupted Scott’s praises and pressed, “What else do we have to tell Daddy?”
Scott was looking nonplussed as Ruth asked, “Can we have Popsicles after dinner?”
Before Scott could answer, I signaled Ruth and pointed theatrically toward my belly. “Oh!” she said, finally remembering. “Two lines means there’s a baby in Mommy’s belly!”
Baby number five is due in January! So far, baby looks great and the heartbeat sounds great.
I am feeling pretty crummy, hence the prolonged blog silence. I am throwing up every morning and feeling horrendously nauseated for the rest of the day. I spend most of the day and night lying down in the dark with my eyes closed waiting for the end. My saintly mother has been a lifesaver, bringing us dinner and taking the older girls for the day. My saintly husband has also been invaluable, doing the brunt of the house work once he gets home. Usually, I can function again come the second trimester, and I am really hoping for that. My nausea never completely disappears until the final few weeks of the pregnancy, though. Lots to offer up!
We are very excited, though. After thinking at the very beginning of our marriage that we might never have children, we can’t help but be incredibly grateful for our five blessings.
Bring on five, five and under! I can’t wait to find out if it is a girl or a boy. A girl would be great, we already have all the stuff we need and we know what to expect. If it is a boy, my mind will be blown, and our diaper changing routine will be completely thrown off.
Thank you, everyone, for all of your kind responses and reactions to our news. You never know what kind of strange responses you will get if you end up having more than two children, and I didn’t even know what to expect at five. Thankfully, everyone has been so kind. We love you all.
And no, we will not be naming the baby “Chicago.”