We're gonna need a bigger boat

(Please Note:  If you are one of the few people who know my in real life, and read this blog, please keep this under your hat!!!)

Holy crap.

3timesyes

Reaction to the first test (top, taken Wednesday, July 30th):
Me:  "What?  Hahahahahahahahahaha....."
and then several hours later, out loud, while strolling with the babies on my road, "HOLY CRAP!!!"
M:  "What??  Are you sure?  Can it be wrong?" (all of this while smiling)

Reaction to the second test (middle, taken Thursday, July 31st):
Me:  "How did this happen?  And, um, yay!"
M:  "Yay!!!"
Me:  "Holy Crap."

Reaction to the third test (bottom, taken today, Monday, August 4th):
Me: "I guess I really am."
M:  "We're going to have to get a minivan."

I took the third test today because I spent the weekend feeling really good, even had a beer at my birthday dinner.  That's right, my birthday was yesterday.  I TURNED 40.  FORTY.  F-O-R-T-Y.  Way too old to accidentally get pregnant, people.  Where's my sense of responsibility?  How am I going to take care of this baby?  I'm 40!!!!

Ok...I'm calm again.

So I took the first test because I have been feeling like crap.  Nausea, extreme exhaustion, light-headedness.  Oh, and I couldn't remember the last time I'd had my period.  Maybe the week before Father's Day?  Granted, I have been doing, on average, one all-nighter per week for the past several weeks with work and cleaning the house for an in-law visit.  I also thought maybe it was just allergies - I do get those really bad, and they cause nausea and exhaustion, too. 

So why did I buy the tests?  Because I thought it would be really ironic that it took us 2 years and some pretty extreme medical intervention to get pregnant with the twins, and then I just, oops, got pregnant again when the twins are only 15 months old!  And I really haven't been taking care of myself, so if there is a baby in there, I'd better get my act together and start taking my folic acid again.

Yesterday I finally finished weaning the babies off the final nursing session of the day.  They were pretty hooked on that morning snuggle, and it's been really rough, but I did it.  I'm looking forward to 7 1/2 months of blissfully being alone with my own boobs before I spend another 12 - 15 months nursing again.  And then I have long years to look forward to of them flapping in the breeze.

So who am I to be a little upset about being pregnant?  The me of two years ago at this time would have kicked the me of today in the teeth to hear I'm swinging between the three pillars of "What the Hell?", "It's not happening", and "Yay, another cute, tiny little baby to love and watch grow!".

But I'll survive, right?  I'll survive the ups and downs of the first trimester, the weight gain of the second and third, the BIG GIANT NEEDLE SHOVED INTO MY SPINE before they cut open my belly for the third time. 

A new baby, YAY!!!