Today, on my 27th birthday, I got some exciting and life changing news. I have been undecided recently on the topic of whether or not I am ready to have another baby. Well, ready or not, the decision has been taken out of my hands. I am pregnant. I actually found out at 3 am this morning. I had been planning to take a pregnancy test today because I had a feeling that I might be and I thought it would be fun to find out on my birthday. What I did not plan on was waking up at 3 am and needing to pee. I decided that three in the morning was as good of a time as any, so I peed on the stick and was delighted when the work “pregnant” appeared before my eyes.
The first time I found out I was pregnant I was scared because I didn’t know what to expect. This time I think I might be even more scared because I do know what to expect. I am admittedly less than eager to experience the aches, pains and discomforts of being pregnant again, especially considering that this time I cannot spend hours lying in bed or on the couch with a toddler to run around after. I am also pretty much dreading the whole hospital/delivering the baby experience. It was not fun the first time around and I don’t imagine that it will be much more delightful the second time. I am also very concerned about how all of this will affect Emmalee. I’m not sure how my temperamental first born will handle all the change of having a pregnant Mommy and then a new baby in the house. I don’t know how I’ll adjust either. Emmalee is everything to me, the whole world and the sun and moon and stars of my very existence. How will a second child fit into that picture? Logically, I understand that I will love my next child just as much as my first, but it’s hard to get an emotional grasp on the idea. I suppose it will come with time.
The thoughts running through my head are certainly not all negative though. I am very much looking forward to holding my tiny, precious little newborn. I barely remember Emmalee being so small. I hope that this time around I will be able to savor the moments more because I will not be so anxious and worried about doing everything just right. If Emma has taught me anything, it’s that you kind of just have to go with the flow when it comes to babies. There is no such thing as doing everything just right. I am excited to decorate another nursery. And I am most excited to add another little person to our family. I’ve always known that Emma would not be an only child. I can’t wait to welcome this new child into our world and for Emma to meet her new sister. Yes, I said sister. I feel pretty sure that it’s my little Annabelle growing in there.
It is way too early for me to be announcing this since I’m only about four weeks along. I haven’t even had the news confirmed by a doctor yet. But this is the kind of news that is meant to be shared. I am cautiously optimistic that everything will work out just fine.