3 Kids and Us!

It wasn’t until recently that I felt the urge to share my life beyond my close friends, family, and a few select online communities. Over the course of the past week I’ve found myself needing an outlet, crying out for someone to understand what I’m going through, advise me through my journeys and possibly guide others who find themselves with nowhere to turn.

I’ll start at the middle…the beginning is much too dramatic for today….

Here I am, 25 years old, married, with two beautiful children and a husband. We live in a quiet, smaller community, in an adequate home. Oh and then there’s the dog. (insert a big fat eye roll here)

So here I am, quite content, playing with my children, life going as it always does when it hits me. I haven’t been feeling so well lately. Dreams, heartburn, backaches…and a few midnight bathroom breaks. I entertained the idea I might be pregnant for a split second…pondered on it the next day…and finally gave into the urge to test. Negative. Whew!

The weekend passes, symptoms continue and as usual my family and I sit down to watch Hell’s Kitchen. Midway through Chef Ramsey surprises the aspiring chefs with 80 pregnant women to cook for. My husband pauses the dvr and looks at me. “You should test one more time…just to be sure” he says. I sigh and head to the bathroom.

Skipping over the testing part, I wash my face while waiting for the results. I happen to glance down for an early peek and see a blue plus sign. That ladies is what is know as a BFP! (Big Fat Positive)

Now, most women would be jumping for joy, yelling for their husbands to come see…..not me….I was face down in the toilet heaving up dinner from the shock of it. Don’t get me wrong…I’m happy to be pregnant again, shocked, but happy.

So here our journey begins….3 Kids and Us.