The Story Behind the Craziness!

Since posting our pregnancy announcement yesterday, we have been met with mixed reactions.  From profanity to “are you sure it’s a boy?” to many congratulatory responses and even laughter.  It’s all good, we knew people would react those ways because, hey, we are having our 5th boy — conceived when our last one was only 5 months.  Yeah, it’s crazy.

Then everyone wants the story.  So here it is:

First off, I know your primary question is: was it planned?  No, it wasn’t.

If you read back to after I had my last baby, I wrote about my plans for taking my body back, getting back in shape and running a marathon.  Having another baby was the LAST thing on our minds. Wow, I just had a baby!  That was so great!  Let’s have another one right now!!  Said NO ONE EVER!

Little Joseph had just weened himself off the breast — ALL my boys lose interest at 5 months (it’s really weird).  So I was finishing off the mini pill and had just had my first period since I got pregnant on April 10th.  I called my doctor and I told her that I needed a new pill because I wasn’t nursing anymore.  I got an appointment for April 29th, but I had to take a pregnancy test on the day before to make sure I wasn’t pregnant and getting on the pill.  So I got the test (blood test) and went in the next day.  The test was NEGATIVE.  So I got all my new pills, and the doctor told me not to start until I started my next period and to take the first pill on the first day I started.  Okay, my period was due in a week, so Ben and I used protection until I could start on the new pill.

So I waited for it to start, and it didn’t.  I was really confused because I was usually right on day 28.  But then I rationalized that I had only had one since the baby, and my body was probably still adjusting.

And I waited…

A week went by… then two….

I started to get concerned that something might be wrong with my hormone levels or something.  Not once did it cross my mind that I could be pregnant.  It took us a year and a half to get pregnant with Jake, and 5 months to get pregnant with Joseph, and was NOT on birth control.

So, I thought, well, I have this left over test from the last time, might as well take it just for the peace of mind that I will probably start the next day.

I hadn’t even finished pulling up my pants and it was giving me the double lines.

I just stared at it.  Then I said some choice words no good Mormon girl would ever say.

Then I cried.

How could this happen!?  We were taking precautions!!!  I had just had that blood test that said negative!  I had JUST HAD A BABY!!!! This wasn’t happening….

Ben was out in the field until later that night, so I had to keep it all to myself as I feed the kids dinner and cleaned up the house and got them to bed.

When he finally came home tired and smelly, I sat him down and told him:

“I’m pregnant.”

He just stared at me for a second while it clicked in his tired brain.  Then he did the unexpected and smiled.  ”THAT’S AWESOME!!”  Wait… what?!  

“Are you serious!?”

“Yeah!  That’s awesome!  Wait until I tell the guys!!”  I guess there is some kind of social status hierarchy for men who knock up their women while using birth control… like it’s super manly or something.  I just wanted to flick him in the forehead… or punch him in the nose.

I started crying and he held me for a bit and told me it was going to be alright… if the Lord was going to mess with birth control it must be meant to be…. that kind of stuff.

I didn’t want to tell anyone, but just the next week after that I REALLY started showing… it was so embarrassing… back into my maternity clothes!  So I finally fessed up to my family and those I saw every day.  But it took me a couple months to really come to terms with the fact I was going to have another baby at the end of the year.  New baby and Joseph will only be 14 months apart.  I know they will grow up close, and that’s cool, but it’s not cool on my poor body.

It takes me a year to recover after having a baby.  This pregnancy has been hard because of that.  I bleed for 4 weeks… I thought I was miscarrying and ended up in the ER.  Everything looked good so they just chalked it up to my body trying to make sense out of all the craziness.

I have never been morning sick until this one, either.  Sprite Zero has been my friend.

So I thought, it might be a girl.  But I KNEW it was another boy, because that’s how we roll.

I got really anxious about it so we scheduled an ultrasound at 15 weeks to find out the gender so I would stop obsessing and felt like I could finally officially announce it.

We went in yesterday, and the second that wand hit my stomach I saw the boy part… After 4 boys you get really good at reading ultrasounds. I usually don’t post my boy parts ultrasound pictures, but since there has been many questions about the validity of the ultrasound, here it is, judge for yourself:

Here are a couple other shots:

 Below, he is waving to us:

I’m okay with it!  It’s going to be fun!  Boys are crazy, dirty, loud, out of control, and completely precious… and they adore me  It’s going to be great fun!