I was pregnant and had a baby in 2008-2009, and folks, we're doing it again this year. That's right, we're having another baby. I will pause while you laugh (don't feel bad, it's the most common reaction).................................................................................. I am 13 weeks along and due February 15th. This means that Chloe and Baby Lash II will be almost exactly 11 months apart. Our initial reaction was total shock and denial, but we are very excited and elated to welcome another baby into our family. We know that we are going to have our hands full, but we are ready for this wonderful challenge.
I have to tell the story of how we found out. It was during one of the busiest times of our lives. Jason had just graduated. We packed up our entire house. Said goodbye to Chicago and our friends. We packed up the car, and headed to Oklahoma for our dear friend's wedding. Only to turn around that same weekend and move to Cleveland. During this very stressful and busy time, I was having some ill feelings towards Jason. He was honestly making me mad and I was beginning to not like him very much. If you know Jason at all, you know this was undeserved. He is probably the nicest and most caring person I know. Of course I attributed the madness to the major stresses in our lives, and I knew it would pass. But it wasn't going away. It culminated on our trip home. We had a good trip, but I could not shake my feelings towards him. Soon enough, my bad feelings turned into arguments.
The day we arrived in Oklahoma for the wedding weekend, Jason said, "I think you're pregnant." He has quite the radar for these things. He called the last one, too. I responded, "I'm a little late, but there's no way I'm pregnant." How could I be pregnant with a not-quite-3-month-old at home? We bought a test, which I took later that night. Of course it came back positive. My first reaction was...well, I'll just keep that one to myself. My second reaction was pure happiness. Not because I was pregnant, but because I knew that I didn't hate my husband. You see, my initial reaction to my last pregnancy, and subsequently this pregnancy, was and is hatred towards my husband. At that moment, I hugged Jason and proclaimed several times, "I don't really hate you! I don't hate you! I'm just pregnant!" To which he responded, "I was getting a little worried. I'm so glad you don't really hate me." There was no more hatred after that, only happiness. It's always nice to find out that you don't utterly despise the love of your life.
Here's a picture that was snapped only moments after we took the test. I just think this picture is priceless. You know I'm feeling a little overwhelmed and shocked when one pant leg is pulled up.
And one more thing before I wrap things up. The answer is "yes" to your question. I know how babies are made. Please don't ask me to my face. It will turn the color of a tomato. Thank you in advance.