My husband and I have agreed that one beautiful little girl is all we want. The 3 of us make a very nice little family. We’re always telling people “1 and done!”
This past weekend I wasn’t feeling myself and I busted out my calendar to do a little counting. “OH NO!!!!” Can this really be? ARGH! While driving from Arizona to San Diego yesterday we had a lot of time to talk about it. His thought was “well, if you are we’ll be fine.” My thought “Please!!! Please don’t be Pregnant!! I don’t want to get fat again! I don’t want more sleepless nights! This is not part of my plans!!”
All day today I thought about it. Walking around the house trying to figure how we would rearrange office, Ellie’s new room, the nursery, and all the other things that go along with a new baby. I had resigned myself to the fact that we were going to have another kid and that we’re going to make the best of it.
My husband picked up a test on his way home tonight. Along with 2 choices for dinner Chopped Salad or Lobster Tails. I shrugged my shoulders and headed up stairs to take the test. I waited a very long 2 minutes for the + sign to show up and IT NEVER DID!! So after a little dance, I trotted down the stairs with my news. While I felt a sense of relief, I couldn’t help but noticed the disappointment in my husbands voice. He then tells me “Well, it was fun to think about for the day.” Poor guy.
So now what? I still really don’t want to go through another pregnancy and I’m completely happy with our little family of 3, but what about my sweet little husband?
So apparently we’re have chopped salad for dinner.