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February 2005. I am sitting in our "Formal" living room in Alamogordo, NM. Alone.
With HUGE news that I couldn't share with anyone. So I captured the moment, to share later.
Maybe the next photo will shed a little more light....
We had orders to move to England and were in the giddiness period of planning all the things we'd do and see -- with our four children, the last now house broken and more independent.The Hubby decides that it is absolutely the time to visit the snip doctor, "I can just see us getting over there, you getting pregnant and then not getting to see England".
His timing never has been stellar.
I had this crazy dream. I woke up, shook it off and went back to sleep. I had it again. This time when I woke up, I knew I was pregnant. And knew she was a girl.
The Hubby also said, a few times in the past, that I "always tell (him) about the babies too early" (and as long as I live, I will never understand that comment-- it's your child, you want me to tell you when I'm screaming in the delivery room?), so I didn't tell him.
I took two tests. I went to the base clinic for a third, a blood test. And then I sat. and waited. He's lucky I was about to burst and gave him the news on Feb. 14th.
My next choice was April Fool's Day.
After a few minutes of hysterics (he thought I was telling him the funniest joke I had ever played), he asked me "Are you ok with this?".
I was. I was giddy. A new baby to add to our lives.
What did we ever do to receive so many blessings?
And today, as this little blessing has ripped apart two books; dumped out an entire box of packing peanuts; stepped in and then sat in dog poo just before we had to leave to see A2 get an award at school; destroyed the morning breakfast table that I am STILL trying to get cleaned up and is currently wrestling me for the keyboard,
I am trying to remember that joy.
I'm such an idiot. I. Can't. Stretch. My. Mind. far enough to add that picture of YOU to my mental image of you. You ALWAYS wear a blue shirt and your hair is always so naturally (ya) streaked. Who is this younger imposter?
ReplyDeleteAlso, I'm wondering if you protect your photos? That photo of the boat is just yearning to be swiped. I'm thinking about encoding or something. How bout you? (eabones@hotmail.com)
Oh, I see it's almost lunch on your clock. Happy eats...don't eat the peanuts!
I had a disclaimer for awhile on my blog, basically stating that "if you steal my photos, I will hunt you down and make you stay with my kids for a week". I need to get off my computer-numb tushy and take care of this.
ReplyDeleteAnd the difference is only 3 years! How my kids have aged me... (hah, I'd been dying my hair since early 20's and this pic is no exception)
I hear you loud and clear. I now understand why I'm overweight. I eat comfort foods all day just to help myself cope.
ReplyDeleteLOL. Great story! What a special treat...and the joy is always there. Sometimes you just have to look beyond the sticky stuff.
ReplyDeleteOh, I've missed reading you! Mr. Snooty never actually had good timing either. I think it's a guy thing.
ReplyDeleteLet's see... is your daughter in the 2 to 3 year old area? That's when they can be as annoying as they are cute & adorable. Then, they turn 13, lol... for which there is no nice description. Then, luckily, they grow & become your closest friend. So, look to the furture my friend. It's your only hope for sanity.
Came here from Cecily's site. What a funny and cute post. On my site I have a story about how I told my husband we were pregnant. I'm neurotic so ... well, it was interesting.
ReplyDeleteI'll have to explore your blog a little more and see how old this youngest is. Mine is 19 months.
My sister-in-law has five girls ranging in ages from 14 months to 7 years old. Always an adventure for her.
Very similiar story for our 3rd baby. Went to OB for pill. Supposed to start it once I got my period. It didn't come for 9 months! :D I can't imagine life w/o her now.
ReplyDeletePop over & see my interview with a diva, Miss Dragonfly: http://anapronaday.blogspot.com/2008/06/interview-with-miss-dragon-fly.html
Just keep telling yourself "I need to enjoy this because soon she won't be a baby any more. Soon every teacher will be smarter than me, every elses mother will nicer than me and as she grows she will consider me dumber than a bag of rocks." That bag of rocks thing passes when they are old enough to vote LOL. So love this now - even in the moments where you want to strangle that little bundle of joy LOL
ReplyDeleteHa! That is hilarious. How is it those little ones can get into so much trouble ALL the time! Loved the story, made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteThe little blessing...such a GREAT way to say it! My little blessing just figured out how to turn on the tub. Yay.
ReplyDeleteGREAT PSF! Love it and love your picture!!!
Loved the post. It's been a very, very long time since I was pregnant (how about almost 47 years), but I remember all too well. I had a 6 year old, a 2 yr old and a 1 year old, and there I was, pregnant again! I had to do a lot of praying, but I wouldn't trade it for anything! That last baby was a true God-send, even thought I plunged into the slough of despair when I knew I was pregnant. God works in mysterious ways.
ReplyDeleteBut she's a GIRL. Girls aren't destructive or mean. Right? RIGHT?! And she's soooooo cute.
ReplyDeleteNice story. I really enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteOh man do I hear you! Good thing she's so cute, right? Perfect PSF post!
ReplyDeleteGarbage! I wrote a huge long post before and then blogger ate it! AHHHHH!!!!
ReplyDeleteAnyway...
I love this post. And I love that you took a pic of you in your excitement. Now everytime you look at that pic it will take you right back. Priceless! What a great story! :)
Oh my gosh! I just noticed your form says "Clever thing". Crap. Now I'm feeling all sorts of pressure. Ummmm.
ReplyDeletehmmm.
cute picture. neat story. :O
Hmb, thanks, and wanna know the funny thing? The clever person who put that on there, can't remember how she did it, so it will be there forever, despite her need for constant change :-(
ReplyDeleteAww. And, just think how right you were. I cannot believe you waited to tell him! That's resolve. She's adorable even if a stinker!
ReplyDeleteI suspect that when you're a Grandma, you'll sit back and snicker as your precious granbaby pays this one back for you.
ReplyDeleteGreat post.. and though more than two decades have passed since the first time around, I remember that feeling well.. peeing.... waiting.. and Oh my goshing!
Thanks for your visit to my blog. :)
You are a riot! And your children are just following in your footsteps.
ReplyDeleteHehe!!
That's a wonderful story!!!! The best things in life are surprised, right? Joyful surprises (she sounds like a handful but a very CUTE handful, I might add!)
ReplyDeleteIndeed such blessings are really treasures....What a great post!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great story! The little darlings can be a challenge somedays! My husband thought I was messing with him when I told him we were having twins... I can understand....
ReplyDeleteGreat story. I sometimes hope an oops happens.
ReplyDeleteGreat story...I can totally relate!
ReplyDeleteWhen I told hubby we were expecting our first I gift wrapped a little pair of soccer cleats - long story....anyways, Hubby has come home to the house a mess and me sitting in the middle, rocking on the rocking chair, holding the soccer cleats - and I always ask the same thing, "'member when we were excited and filled with joy about babies???? Has not been one of those days!"
I can relate!