Yup, it’s true.
Be careful what you wish for, or write about apparently, my friends.
Because after all my “I’m so glad I’m not pregnant!” and “I can’t wait to drink in Mexico alone with my husband!” babbling, we got a little Christmas surprise this year.
Come next Christmas, Santa will be filling up one extra stocking!
And yes, while I’d like to announce a joyful pregnancy, the truth is, I’m scared out of my mind, nervous that something will go wrong, and completely overwhelmed as to how in the world I will handle being a mother of four little people, all spaced exactly two years apart.
On the plus side, however, this will be our last baby (no, really, I’m getting serious this time!) and if my math skills prove correct, I will be a young spring chicken at only 32 when all of my babes are in school!
And on the plus, plus side, the girls are so incredibly excited about this baby, it’s so much fun to see. They asked for those ridiculous “Baby Alive” babies for Christmas and already the joy of having a baby that really poops is fading, so I’m sure they will be all too grateful to have all of the fun of a real baby, while delegating the diaper changing back to me.
So, all sorrowful ruminations about the fact that I didn’t lose the baby weight from #3 aside, I’m sure I’ll get there to the excited part of this pregnancy.
But, oh, Mexico…
We were so close.
Oh, and yes, I totally agree with you all–
I am definitely taking this whole unplanned pregnancy thing a tad too far. But hey, on that note, did you see that my book is now available for pre-order on Amazon? Woohoo!