A year ago yesterday, I sat on my toilet seat early on a Sunday morning, staring incredulously at a positive pregnancy test.
To say it was unplanned would be a major understatement.
It took two years, a miscarriage, and lots of expensive and humiliating fertility drugs and treatments for me to get and stay pregnant with Max.
I wasn't supposed to be able to get pregnant. My cycles were ridiculously out of whack, and we were under an incredible amount of stress preparing for Max's second major skull surgery in a year. (More on that tomorrow when I do another "One year ago" post. Sorry. I'm feeling nostalgic. Or something.)
So I sat there. And stared. And stared some more.
Then I showed the test to my husband, who claimed that because the second line was so faint, that it wasn't possible for it to be accurate.
That afternoon Tom was at Walgreens, despite the fact that it was a Sunday, buying another pregnancy test. That one was more positive than the first.
I spent weeks saying some version of "Are you kidding me? Now? Seriously?" I sat in the hospital with my swollen post-op little boy marveling at the wicked irony of the timing of it all.
It took me months to adapt to the idea of another baby.
But now. I am completely, utterly,
Can't imagine what we'd do without him.
And I dare you to watch this video without laughing. Go ahead and try! (And yes that is me in the background sounding like a complete fool. But when you get a baby giggling, it's worth it!)
Beatrice's big weekend, details.
1 week ago