Back in November, we had the boys' Baptism. It was a wonderful day. The boys fulfilled a dream of mine and wore gowns that my aunt graciously offered to make out of my wedding gown. On the drive to the church, I mentioned to Nick how I wasn't feeling so well - the excitement of the day ahead had gotten to my belly.
A couple of weeks later, we finally moved into our new house. I had major anxiety over this. I had gotten so used to the extra four hands that were those of my parents. After spending three months living with my mom and dad, I suddenly felt nervous about whether or not Nick and I could do it without them (blame it on the new mom guilt!). Before we moved into our new house (only two weeks ago), we had some work done on the interior - we had mostly all of the rooms painted, and had new carpet installed in the bedrooms. During this time, that unsettled feeling in my belly that I felt on the boys' Baptism day hadn't really dissipated.
One night, I received a private Facebook message from a high school friend. We haven't seen each other more than maybe a handful of times since we graduated high school 14 years ago, but have always been connected through social media. In one of her messages to me, she mentioned how her sister, who has twin daughters, found out she was pregnant with her third daughter only 8 weeks after her twins were born. It was that message that made me think about the unsettled feeling in my belly that I couldn't quite shake. And then I thought about the last period I had and how it was just... well, funny. It wasn't 'normal', but was more like a week of constant spotting. A week where I was convinced it'd arrive any day. But it never did. And I honestly didn't think much of it, given I had just had the boys only 6 months ago. Surely it takes some time for things to get back on track, right?
Well... I decided to pick up a pregnancy test on the off-chance that I would be a medical mystery. I didn't even tell Nick. I was so sure it wouldn't be positive, because, it never had been in the past (except that one time). One of the best RE's in the country told me that I really didn't even have a chance at all of becoming pregnant with my own eggs the old fashioned way... That I only had a 25% chance of conceiving at all, and that was with IVF. A chance I'm so glad we took.
At this point, I'm sure you can tell where this is going, and what that pregnancy test showed... two lines. WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
So. Yes. I'm pregnant (!!!!!!!). And no, I still can't believe it. And yes, it's a blessing. A miracle. A total, complete miracle. One that I never, ever, in a million, trillion, quadrillion years, would have thought would happen to me. I mean, I already had thoughts of returning to Colorado sometime after the boys' first birthday for a potential FET.