For anyone who’s followed my blog for the past year and a half and for anyone who’s known me personally for any time in the past 27 years, you’re probably aware that our announcement of baby #2 couldn’t be any more thrilling for us. From our very first date, Travis and I discussed the importance of family (maybe a little early to discuss such matters for some people, but apparently not for us). We both knew we wanted kids and we knew we wanted to have them sooner rather than later.
Fast forward 2 years and we went from dating to engaged to married and a mere 4 weeks after our wedding, we found out we were expecting baby #1. We were shocked because while we weren’t necessarily preventing it from happening, we simply didn’t think it was going to happen that fast!
But it did. And we wouldn’t have it any other way. We welcomed Abigail into the world and she’s been the best thing that’s ever happened to us.
Once Abigail rocked our world and lit up our lives, we couldn’t help ourselves…we started talking about baby #2. And since I’ve already talked about baby #2 a little bit on this blog, I thought I’d break it down into a few sections and keep it as short and sweet as I possibly can (though I’m sure it’ll end up being really long. Sorry!).
As I mentioned above, we were one of the lucky (and few, I’m sure) couples out there who didn’t even have to think about getting pregnant the first time around. It just happened. We weren’t in any rush and we weren’t on any particular time table. Abigail just decided that there was no time like the present and opted to be a honeymoon baby. I suppose you could consider her our most prized souvenir from Costa Rica…
Anyway, baby #2 required more effort. As you all know, I started talking about baby #2 last August. I touched on factors such as spacing, the fact I was still breastfeeding Abigail, cost, etc. They were all important factors to us, but none was more important than spacing. Call us crazy, but we really want our kids to be close in age. Ideally, 18-24 months apart. So when my period decided not to come back until 3 months after I stopped nursing, I already felt like time was ticking.
Month after month, we tried and nothing happened. We even sat up one night watching some documentary on the Discovery Channel that illustrated how difficult it is to get pregnant and how easily the sperm die on their way to the egg…not a good show to watch when you’re already feeling a little discouraged.
**Now don’t get me wrong…I’m not trying to tell some sob story about how hard it was for Travis and me to get pregnant. At the end of the day, it didn’t take us that long. I’m simply comparing it to our first time around. I’m comparing it to our previous experience. And going from not thinking about it at all to becoming slightly obsessed with it is a big difference. Just wanted to make that clear…**
Now, back to the story. At the end of the day, it took us 4 months. It felt like longer because I had to wait for my period to come back for what felt like forever, but it eventually did. And in the grand scheme of things as I said above, 4 months is not a long time. Looking back, I can laugh at myself for worrying so much. But at the time, it’s hard not to focus on it. I’m sure others can relate.
So how did we find out? Well, I was really bad. Each month (including the three leading up to the positive pregnancy test), I would take at least a couple pregnancy tests before it was even time for me to do so. What a waste of money, right?! What can I say, I was anxious.
After one, two, three months of negative tests, I turned to Travis and said, “Watch. We’re going to get pregnant the moment my parents move back to Atlanta. We found out about our first pregnancy the same week Christopher & Malinda moved to Atlanta…why would it be any different this time around?”
Well, apparently I’m good at predicting the future. Attempt #4 rolled around and 1.5 weeks later (no, I didn’t wait the full two weeks like I was supposed to…shocker), I broke out a new box of tests and gave it a shot.
That’s when I saw this:
The lightest sign of a positive pregnancy test EVER. But it was positive. And each day after that (for the next 4 days), I worked my way through the entire box of tests. Embarrassing, but true (and I’m sure I’m not the only optimistic and hopeful yet a little skeptical Mom who’s done that before). I wanted to make sure I was really pregnant. After 5 tests, I determined I really was. So I took this photo.
What can I say? I was excited! Too bad my prediction was accurate and my parents were set to move a few weeks after we found out the big news. Sad face!
So how did I tell Travis?
Well, of course I had grand plans of waiting to tell Travis until he got home. I was going to buy Abigail a “Big Sister” shirt and have her wearing it when he walked in the door. I was going to set up the video camera to capture his reaction on tape and then be able to share it here. But I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait more than 5 minutes (patience is obviously not my strong suit). I sent him an email. I sent him the photo of the faint blue lines and he responded with, “is that positive?” haha…it was that convincing. It may have been a bit of an anticlimactic announcement, but Travis was thrilled nonetheless.
Who knows…if we ever consider having baby #3, I can set up the video camera and get a couple big sibling t-shirts. Time will tell!
Sharing the News
With our first pregnancy, we were pretty good about waiting to share the big news. Well, good until I was about 9 weeks and then we told practically everyone. We told our immediate families within a week or two of knowing; we told our close friends after we saw the baby’s heartbeat; we told our co-workers after the first trimester; and I didn’t start blogging about it until I was 19 weeks along.
Baby #2 is a totally different ball game. When I found out this time, I wasn’t even 4 weeks along yet (there’s the big difference between knowing you’re trying and not knowing). I told Travis first (well, I told Abigail 1st and then Travis 2nd). Then I called my parents that same day. I called Christopher & Malinda the next day. Travis told his family that day or the following day. And then we told select friends and family (mainly the people who we saw in person) the next week. We decided that outside of those people, we would wait to share the news until after our 1st appointment.
Announcing it to the World
I found out at the end of February and my first appointment wasn’t until yesterday…April 11th. That waiting period felt like 5 years (once again, patience…). I told myself (and Travis agreed) that we wouldn’t share it with everyone. We wouldn’t post it on Facebook (I’m still proud of myself for not letting it slip). And I wouldn’t blog about it (ahhh!) until after the appointment. Now that was will power!
So after our wonderful appointment yesterday morning where little Bean (the new Squid) danced a jig on screen for us with its little arm and leg buds, we were finally able to share our news with the World.
In case you missed it…
Second Pregnancy Updates
So this brings me to the point where I can tell you how far along I am (I’ve been asked that a lot since yesterday’s announcement). I’m 10.5 weeks along (but who’s counting?). At this point, my due date is November 5th. This date is hilarious because it’s my best friend’s birthday…the same best friend whose wedding I missed and Abigail arrived that very day (remember that story?). So crazy.
I’ve been writing pregnancy updates since Week 4.
I will post them over the next few days and I will do my best to update them consistently and make some comparisons to pregnancy #1. I hope it’s informative and fun to read. Stay tuned for the first update soon!
Last but not least, I just want to say thank you for ALL the amazing feedback we’ve received over the past few days and weeks. It truly means the world to us and we simply can’t wait to go through this whole process all over again!