A Baby Story

Our little miss is 14 months old. As of Sunday. It's funny how for the first couple of years every month is a milestone. 

In our house, every 22nd of the month is her "birthday". 

It's also funny how the older you get the more you want to forget it's your birthday. 

Sigh.

Sometimes we still can't believe we had another baby. Three kids.

We never planned on a third. But between you and me, I never really felt "done".

I'm not the type of woman who is envious of other women's clothes, shoes (maybe a little) or what have you; but see a pregnant woman...and I was all in.

Relatively odd since my pregnancies are a bit of a nightmare.

Nausea. Non-stop. Diclectin. Non-stop. 

Let me take you back to the summer before last. 

Our yearly trip to Florida. And the monthly gift that had yet to arrive.

I waited.

And waited.

And finally bought a pregnancy test. Or two.

I peed.

And waited for the results.

It was very faint but it was definitely there. 

My husband didn't believe me. (or didn't want to)

So I peed again.

And there it was. Faint. But definitely there.

I threw up. Once. 

I drank only virgin margaritas. Just in case.

The vacation ended.

We came home.

I threw up. Again.

Dr's visit. Stat. Said monthly gift had yet to arrive.

She told me that because of the "faint" results, chances were low I was pregnant. 

She was wrong. 

As evidenced by...

Ultrasound. Stat.

The ultrasound technician had no idea I had been told the chances that I was actually pregnant "were slim".

She was all "and there's your baby!!". Big smile.

I must have been in shock because all I could do was laugh. A tad hysterically maybe.

And so it went.

And our sweet baby girl joined our family.

I am not a religious person. But I truly believe she was a gift from God.

And meant to complete our family.

After all, I wasn't done.

But I am now.