Thinks that make you go hmmm....

Look at how teeny tiny Alex is in that picture. It is one of my all time favorite pictures because he is only about 3 months old and look at those boobies. How can you not love them? 

When we had Alex I desperately wanted to get pregnant. We tried for a couple years after Anthony and it just was not happening. Eventually I went to see a fertility specialist and we were very lucky to get pregnant in one month. Dr. Christianson said we should be the poster child for infertility.

My pregnancy with him was great. I felt great, I really enjoyed the pregnancy until the 10th month because I had wanted it so bad. I could tell in-utero he was going to be laid back because he barely moved. After delivery we figured out why, he was an ounce shy of being 9 lbs. He was also a very pretty baby. Nice clear skin with a wild thick mane of hair. Every single one of the nurses that we had told me that they don't say it to everyone but he was a pretty baby. I agreed. 

In the hospital the experience with Alex was different than with Anthony. With Anthony I labored for 30 hours followed by a c-section. With Alex it was already planned so I was rested. I was ready to snuggle him, hold him, and feed him. I decided to breastfeed with him. When everyone would leave at night I would lay him on my bed and just stare at him, I was so grateful. He was mine.

Erik and I had resigned to the fact that it was the four of us, especially due to us having to go the extra measure with Alex. I sometimes long for a third but was content with our dynamic.

This past weekend that all changed. I realize it is early to share but since pretty much everyone and their brother already knows.... drum-roll please....we are pregnant!

The past couple of weeks I have been very emotional. Looking back tired and craving dairy, fruit, and veggies. I am very irregular so if I do not get my period that does not concern me. But since we were co-hosting a Christmas party on Saturday I thought I would just double check. Both tests turned blue before I peed on them. It was instant. I am pretty positive I know when it happened and by my calculations I am only about 6 weeks. Unfortunately all of our friends know too well that if I am not in the thick of things with the drinking games I am either terminally ill or pregnant. The banked on the latter.

I told my mom and she has sent a telegram to my huge family so everyone is aware. I understand there is still a risk of miscarriage but we have a great support system either way so at this point we might as well let the flood gates open. 

So today I will be going in to have my levels checked to make sure everything looks normal. With Alex there were some concerns so I had to be put on progesterone. I am tired, my boobs hurt really bad, and every day  I am feeling better about it. Especially when I see pictures like the one above.