Peeing on little sticks. I used to be obsessed with it… thinking I was pregnant when I was very sure I didn’t want to be. But the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if maybe, just maybe I really did want to be pregnant one last time. Well, I made the mistake of talking to my husband about it. He’s got visions of football teams dancing in his head, always wanting a big family. We talked and talked and talked some more and finally decided to give it one more shot. Before we got pregnant with my son, I had gone through a year of miscarriages, and I really didn’t want to go through that again. This pregnancy thing was happening on one condition… it’s a one shot deal. No second chances. I don’t think I could take another year of pain. Anyway, the good news is, we didn’t have to try very long, and my days of peeing on little sticks are over! We will be welcoming a new little baby into our lives early this fall!
I’ll keep you updated 😉