Since Novalee was about 3 months, we had decided we wanted a second baby sooner than later. The more time that past, the surer we were. Not because we absolutely loved the moments we were going through (no offense, Novalee), but because we wanted to pull off the bandaid of babyhood over as soon as possible–a statement I’m sure I’ll regret later. 18 months in between two kids seems like a really great amount of time. You know, after the age where they don’t make you want to pull your hair out, and are the best of friends. What age is that again, 5? or 25? Either way, imaging Novalee being an adoring big sister already makes my heart feel fuzzy. So finally, after a couple months of trying, ta-da!
Yes, I took three different tests to be sure. We’re still pretty early on–just under 5 weeks, but it looks like we have a tentative due date of April 13, 2020. I have my fingers crossed for a delivery of April 10th, which is Grandpa’s birthday. I forgot how stressful the beginning stages of a pregnancy is. The worries of a miscarriage. The random nausea throughout the day. The excitement to blurt out this beautiful secret to anyone, but having to hold it in. Here’s to another healthy pregnancy! *sips champagne. Just kidding.