All last week I was a crab. I worked all that previous weekend and was still tired from a library-related trip out of state. Sam was working a lot. And I was pmsing.... so I thought. I went to bed on Monday night grumbling about cramps and Tuesday I made sure to stock my bag with pain reliever and tampons. Tuesday -- nothing happened. Wednesday -- nothing happened. I recounted the calendar and even cross-referenced with my journal. In the back of my mind I recalled how a few weeks earlier Sam and I threw caution to the wind ONCE. One time.
Thursday rolled around and still no Aunt Flo. I had Sam pickup a pregnancy test and I took at about 7:45pm. An immediate positive. Holy Cow, I'm pregnant!
We are very happy and very very surprised. Initially I only told 3 friends that night and these folks already knew about our night of inhibition. Of course the coffee shop knew.... I ordered decaf and they figure these things out quickly. Then I found out Sam told a hand full of people at the university we work for and then I started getting text messages asking if the news was true. So now I've made it public knowledge. Last time I was pregnant I found out on vacation, put a facebook status that I was reading What to Expect When You're Expecting and a work acquaintance (I don't even know her that well) told everyone while I was out and it made it look like I was keeping things from my job and I wasn't. I want to be in control of my own news.
I thought nothing of telling the entire world when I was pregnant with Atticus and then at 8 weeks we nearly miscarried. It was so scary. Happy, excited, worried, and scared... I'm all of these things right now. I keep looking at the picture I zapped of the positive test, noting the absence of Aunt Flo, and the increased fatigue is explained now. But I still can't believe and a part of me is so scared that something will happen.
So it is with caution and excitement I announce that Roper baby #3 will be arriving around February 13th, 2013.
When I thought about it, if anything did go awfully wrong I would probably end up blogging about it. I may not communicate as well as I should in the "real world", but blogging allows me to open up, communicate, process, and receive that ever-encouraging feedback.
I nearly think we've decided on both a boy and girl name and I'll reveal that in a few weeks.
I'm over the moon with love for my little growing family.