I’ve been wondering how to start this post for the last couple of weeks–I stay up late at night composing sentences in my head and I never seem to come up with anything that sounds quite right.
So I’m just going to say it.
I’m sure y’all are wondering, and yes, this was definitely a surprise. As soon as I got pregnant with the twins I KNEW I wanted four children. I had never imagined an odd number of kids and for whatever reason I felt like Charlie would always be the odd man out if we stopped after the twins. I was not, however, planning on having the fourth baby five seconds after I had babies two and three!
I walked around in a daze for a couple of days after I found out. I mean, how on Earth was I going to handle three babies? That’s like triplets or something!! (For the record, I know that having children close in age isn’t the same as having multiples–my logical brain did not at all care at this point).
But then the crazies passed and I started thinking of positives–this kid will probably be such good friends with the twins–I bet they’ll be inseparable before I know it. More siblings for Charlie means more helping hands after Hubby and I are gone. Before, it would have been a race to get pregnant before I entered the high-risk category. Now, I’m totally safe.
With all the people out there killing themselves to have babies, I can’t see this as a bad thing–even if the timing is a little different than I anticipated.
It’s still early–just ten weeks–but my doctor feels good about the pregnancy, so I figured I’d share. Also, I suck at keeping secrets. I also feel pretty certain that if things were to go wrong, I’d want to talk about that here too, so why not share the news? So far, things have been fine–no nausea, I’m feeling that first trimester fatigue, but luckily the holidays mean more helping hands. I’m hoping this will be an easy pregnancy.
Doctor puts my due date at June 23rd. If I deliver at 39 weeks, this baby will share a birthday with the twins.
It’s crazy around here, but a good crazy.