Well, it looks like T-Daddy and I broke our almost 6-year streak of no unplanned pregnancies.
Yup, that’s right! We’re pregnant with baby number 3, affectionately called TB3 for the next 8 months.
So, how did this happen? I’m going to refer you to your middle school sex-ed class. Or the awkward birds and bees convo with your parents. Your choice.
Were we trying? Refer to the very first sentence of this post. We have a very special gift.
How did I find out? My temperature spiked. Seriously. So I checked to see exactly when my period was supposed to start. That day. It was still early in the morning so I blew off the temp spike and went about my day. Next morning, my basal temp was still high so I took out the infamous stick and 30 seconds later…plus sign. (Apparently, my midwives got confirmation in 10 seconds…so I’m pregnant, pregnant.)
What did I do when I found out? I freaked out. So I sent a picture of the test to my person, then I jumped in the shower and prayed. Full disclosure: 2019 came in like a lion in Casa de T4. I was worried about how to break the news to T-Daddy. We have been waiting for like forever to have a “down” period to get a hold of things. I didn’t want to add one more thing to his plate that was already overflowing. I knew he was going to go straight to finances – we just bought a house and now we’re “buying” a baby. And I didn’t have any answers or solutions. I needed a solid plan when I came to him.
I’m so thankful that God has placed women in my life who snatch me up and love me at the same time. I was reminded that it wasn’t my place to present a plan to my husband. It was only my place to say “Babe, we need to come up with a plan.” And then let us do it TOGETHER. See, I’d been here twice before – having an unplanned baby and having to break the news to T-Daddy. But I’d never been here before – having a baby (planned or not) with my husband.
How do I feel? I’m having a baby with my husband! I can’t begin to explain how good that feels. I still can’t tell my friends what it feels like to try to get pregnant and anxiously wait for that plus sign. But now I know what it feels like to have a baby with a man I have every intention of spending the rest of my life with. To bring a baby into the world and not simultaneously wonder if my relationship will still be around when the baby is born. This baby was conceived in love, not lust – a testament to how far T-Daddy and I have come in our relationship. And that alone makes me so excited! (Plus for the first time the ultrasound will say “Baby *T-Daddy’s Last Name*.” Not my maiden name.) Also, I’m having a baby!!!! This can’t be real!
So how did I tell T-Daddy? I did something I’ve never given myself the chance to do before. I made a pregnancy announcement. I wrote a poem and created a nice photo. Bought a married folk card, some Takis and a #5 candle. I let the TDs stay in aftercare and set everything up while I waited for T-Daddy to come home.
When and how did we tell the girls? We told them the night we got confirmation from my midwife (two days after we found out). We ordered some cups that said “Super Big Sister” and “Big Sister,” along with books “Big Sisters are the Best” and “I’m Going to Be a New Big Sister.” I made them hot chocolate and called them in the living room. It took them about 10 minutes to get what we were telling them. But once they did…in the words of TD1: We’ve been asking you everyday for a baby and you never gave us one.
When did we tell family? We told them the day after we told the girls. I made a quick baby announcement and we blasted it out via text and waited for them to get it lol. About 50% of them actually got it. They thought I was just making a cute picture.
So now what? T4 is becoming T5. We’re super excited (and super scared). The girls have been rubbing my belly everyday and following along with my pregnancy app.
T-Daddy and I have a lot to figure out. We’ve worked hard to build our current lifestyle and it’s not exactly designed for newborns and all that comes with them. The TDs are pretty self-sufficient. We’ve given away so much stuff. Alllllllllllllllllllllllll the baby stuff. And now we’re starting over. And childcare. I can’t work 7 days a week and care for a baby. And I can’t stay at my current jobs and not pay for childcare. So what does life with a newborn look like? Who knows!?!?!? But we’re about to find out!