After Christmas last year, Nathan and I started thinking that we would like to have another baby. It just seemed like we wanted one more at the dinner table. A few weeks later my mom passed away. In the trauma of that experience, I started to think I did not want to have a baby without my mom here. It was already a hard thing to grasp that Audrey will not remember my mom, but at least she had some experiences with her. So, we became quite happy and content with Ethan and Audrey.
We were happy to enjoy sleeping through the night, not having to carry kids everywhere, being able to go to the park and being able to just sit and watch without being worried that they would trip and fall or get stuck on the top of the slide and not want to come down. And we could go places in the evening with them and not worry about having to be back for 7:00 bedtime.
Later in the summer, I started taking antidepressants. Because of the way they interacted with my system, we had a short time when we thought we might be pregnant. When we found out that we weren’t, I thought I would be relieved, but instead, Nathan and I were sad. We decided that we weren’t “done” after all. One month later, I found out I was pregnant.
So, yes, this baby was planned. And, yes, we know how “these things happen”! 
The day I found out we were having another baby, was the day of Audrey’s 2 year check-up. I mentioned it to our doctor. She got out her little wheel and said that my due date would be June 27. I mentioned my fear of a precipitous labor again (my entire labor with Audrey was only 1 1/2 hours). After asking how far we lived from the hospital, she said if I could make it to 37 weeks (I didn’t make it that far with the first two), she would induce me so I don’t have to worry about delivering on the side of the road. So, I guess this little one will arrive closer to my birthday at the beginning of the month.
We were planning to keep the news to ourselves until after Thanksgiving. The one major problem with that plan is that I have been very sick. For the last 2 weeks, I’ve been hardly able to function. My doctor did give me a prescription, but it’s pretty expensive medicine. I’m supposed to take 1-2 pills every 6 hours as needed. I’m trying to ration them, but the one day I didn’t take them, I ended up spending the day kneeling on the floor in the bathroom. I don’t know how women can keep their pregnancy news secret when they are that sick. I didn’t want to have to come up with silly excuses! Even though I’ve been sick, my body very much remembers how to look pregnant and my digestive system has completely shut down, so my clothes are starting to be uncomfortable. I’ll post pictures for your viewing pleasure later!
The other reason we really wanted to share our news is that we need your prayer support. Having two previous high risk pregnancies and missing my mom makes this an emotional time. If you have never experienced a high risk pregnancy, let alone two of them, I’m sure it would be easy to think that I’m a wimp who is too worried. We’re praying that we wont be plagued with anxiety, but that we would have a peace while being able to recognize when I need to take it easy. So, please pray for us and give us the benefit of the doubt if you’re around and I need to sit down for a little while.
Thanks for being excited for us. I hope this answers some of your questions.
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Mom holding Brian. He was born at 29 weeks.
Nana holding Ethan when he was 3 months old. His first trip to Chetek.
