Yes, the news is true, we are having another baby in July. I don't exactly know what we were thinking but I think it's good news, right? We did kind of plan it but who knew that it would happen that fast. I told my husband that we should be bottling and selling this stuff because we don't have any problem making babies when we want to.
Okay my pregnancy hasn't been the easiest because I woke up and took a pregnancy test like 5 times to be sure that I really was pregnant. It was like being a teenager all over again and you have the panic so you keep taking them and spending $20 a pop for something that reads the same answer everytime, YES you idiot...you're pregnant! I just have a hard time believing that it all can happen so fast but I guess it only takes one try.
After the initial shock that I was pregnant I had to reflect back on moments like when I was 8 months pregnant with my son and went to try on shoes for the hope that at least my shoe would be the same size. I had a hard time bending over to see the boots that I was trying but I loved long boots and since they were on sale it would be a great buy. The main issue is that I tried them on and couldn't get them off. I sat there for a moment wondering what to do and then did what I always do when I can't get something off...PANIC. I broke out into a pregnancy sweat and continued to pull but they just wouldn't come loose. The nice man behind the counter at Macy's saw my struggle and came over to help. It was nothing less then embarressing but at 8 months pregnant, what isn't? The salesman couldn't get them off of my swollen fat pregnant legs either. I was a pig in a blanket to say the least. The man finally confessed that he would just cut them off for me when the sweat seemed to help glide the boot off but not before breaking the zipper. The audience that I seemed to get during my pull and panic were quite pleased when I finally got those boots off and could leave the area. It was a pregnancy day to be remembered and a good lesson to all of those out there that think pregnancy is beautiful...not always!
I have to go because my four year old son is out in the yard yelling, "SPORT (our lab) IS EATING POOP". I'm sure that the neighbors appreciate hearing what is happening over at our house. I know that I enjoy these moments as it humbles me and allows me to reflect on the moments of the newborn coming and how the baby won't be able to talk for at least 6 months or so.
