Yep. I’m pregnant.
In years to come, our new addition and I will be referred to as a stastic I can only assume will be dubbed “pandemic births” or something equally boring yet scary.
As I write this, I am 18 weeks along.
Morning sickness has finally subsided, but my belly is starting to grow, and it feels like someone punched me in the hoo-haa. Oh yeah – I am GLOWING.
This will be kiddo number four in our family, so I’m feeling like an old pro right now as far as all the “oh, I remember this stage” stuff goes. And since we are still in the middle of a pandemic, you can pretty much count on me to care even less about my appearance and what’s probably TMI (see previous statement about punched hoo-haa).
Since I’ve been completely MIA from blogging for a while, this will be the first of many TMI pregnancy posts to catch you all up…
Because, you’re dying to read about it, right?
Great, I’ll take that awkward segway and start running…
So – for some reason, I feel like I need to justify our decision to conceive at a time like this. I’m not sure why. I guess, I’m just assuming I have family and friends out there asking themselves what would possess someone to purposely get pregnant during a global crisis. I kind of feel like I would be judgy, if I were them, too.
Well, the justification (for lack of a better word) is simple:
I’m not getting any younger. There’s no such thing as “the right time.” Whatever will be, will be. Oh, and, because we wanted to.
I’m not getting any younger.
I’m 33. In only two years, I get bumped into that “high risk” pregnancy category based on age alone. My body has already been through a few c-sections. If ANY more babies are happening, it’s now or never. Carpe diem, muthaluvas.
There’s no such thing as “the right time.”
I’m sticking to this cliche. I can’t control what’s going on “out there.” I can only control how I handle it.
Whatever will be, will be.
Eh. Same cliche, different words, I guess. Hubs and I will protect our family however we can. But, at the end of the day, it’s going to turn out how it’s going to turn out.
We wanted to.
Basically, the hubs and I decided that four is our number. You may think that’s too many. Hell, if you asked me 10 years ago, two was too many. But we have lived. We have grown as a couple and as a family. And when the subject of Bundle of Joy Number Four was presented…We discussed it and made a decision. Period. Because we wanted to.
4 thoughts on “Why Did I Get Pregnant?”
Congratulations! So exciting
Just more to love!
Also pregnant during a pandemic here! Apprehensive but I think that’s normal enough. Best of luck!
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Good luck to you, as well!
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