So Rewind to June 2013. We had been debating the 3rd kid thing for a few months. Well, lets be honest. I was debating the 3rd kid thing. My husband wasn't exactly on board, but if it was something that would complete my life he would at least have the discussion. We were actually on vacation in Florida with our kids, staying at "our beach house" as Grayson likes to call it. (I wish it was the truth son, but your stuff costs too much) The boys were exhausted and in bed and we were taking a few minutes to sit around and talk. Just what he loves. (Okay, he does love to talk, but probably not about more kids). He finally came out and said that he was perfectly fine with 2. I thought maybe he had been a little more on the fence where I was, but maybe that was wishful thinking. After a couple days of thinking over our discussion I finally came to the conclusion that I was happy. I was totally happy with my two fantastic boys. And they are boys. Energetic. Love to be on the go and in the dirt. Totally opposite of my calm self.
September 2013. There were maybe a couple weeks where we had any chance at getting pregnant. Knowing that I had always required medication to ovulate with the first two kids I wasn't terribly worried. My doctor has always told me that just because I needed medicine with the first two didn't mean that I NEVER ovulated. Just that I didn't regularly. Knowing this I purchased some ovulation test kits just to be sure that nothing was going to happen without me being aware of it. Negative tests. After several days of this I felt a little bloated and just not right so I figured I would just call the clinic and ask for a refill prior to my appointment. After all the testing we have been through, I knew she would ask if I had taken a pregnancy test since before she would refill it. So I did just that. At 11:00 on a Wednesday night. The pregnant line appeared before the one that is always there, in less than the 3 minutes you are supposed to wait. WHAT??? HOW ON EARTH COULD THAT BE?? So after several minutes of a rapid heartbeat and sitting in the bathroom I made my way across the house and just sat the test next to my husband. And sat down. I think he had the same reaction as I did. It took a few seconds before he even said anything. Guess that joke I've had for years about "Buy Two, Get one Free when we are 40" was essentially true. Luckily we aren't 40 yet. Thursday morning at work I was still in shock. Then I open an email from my coworker "I dreamed last night that you and I were both pregnant" I practically fell out of the chair. And then I suggested maybe she should go buy herself a pregnancy test.
Pregnancy #3 was a little more of an adventure than the previous ones. My doctor informed me that she thought it was a girl. "Girls cause trouble from day one". I think I complained every day and ate Zofran like candy (within the rules..why didn't anyone tell me about that fantastic medication with the first two?). I had zero desire for food, but apples and starburst (eventually) were pretty good. And I LOVED real Coke. Not the Coke Zero that I usually liked. Diet Everything was out. When the Ultrasound Tech said "Girl". Dusty asked her to repeat it. And to show him how she could tell. We really thought he was 99% Y chromosomes by now. But, "1%" chance of ovulation test being inaccurate and 1% chance we would have a girl both came true. Grayson was at our first Ultrasound as well. When he heard it was a girl "I told you it was a girl. We didn't need to come here today." Of Course we didn't, but we needed visual proof of his predictions. Bring on the Pink. And Purple. (When did I get girly?)
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| Baby Girl Weems 16 Weeks |
I am not sure, but being pregnant in general, especially with baby #3, brings every evil comment out from people. And seeing as how I deal with lots of strangers on a daily basis they had all kinds of jokes. You have to love "Well you know how this happens by now right?" Of course we do you idiot. And yes it's only one baby. My abdominal muscles are no longer that of a 20 year old girl, but rather an early 30's mother of 2. And I have "healthy-sized" babies. Thanks for making my day. I managed to refrain from being a bitch to everyone. I just cried instead.
I cried EVERYDAY. Some days it was over something real. Other days it was because the wind blew my dog's hair a little too far to the left. If you know me well, you know that I don't cry. Ever. Well, occasionally when the stress builds up for too long and I shed 2 tears to feel better. I think only one person has ever actually witnessed that.
After a long wait and having to listen to Grayson explain to Braxton that the baby doesn't have a door we can get her out of Mom's tummy through (he was very inpatient while having to wait on this "stister"), we got our girl. Totally Unplanned, but exceptionally loved by everyone. Especially her Brothers. And true to Grayson's request we did not make him come to the hospital and have to see all of mom's guts when they took sister out. (We might have slyly bypassed the story on how babies are actually born)
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| What, when did I buy a bow like this? I swore no big bows. |
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| One of my Favorites. Hospital gown and all. You can just see how much they love "Stister" |
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