"Busier than a one-armed paper hanger!"

...To quote our friend "Truvy" in Steel Magnolias. That's what will be going on here come November-ish. Why? You ask. Well, let's back up a bit. Back in March, I kept having these moments of feeling sick, I would eat, the feeling would pass. I assumed it was a blood sugar thing. I've been told that I'm hypoglycemic before and if I don't eat regularly I do get a little crazy.

Fast forward a few weeks. I started feeling nauseous pretty much all the time. Surely not, I thought to myself. There's no way I could be... nope, there's no way that happened. No, I'm not. Definitely couldn't be. Could I be? Oh holy cow, I might be. And on and on the dialogue went in my head for about a week to week and a half. Then over Easter it intensified a little. Still wasn't feeling completely terrible, but I was ferociously hungry, my face was breaking out, and I felt nauseated a lot. I talked to Ryan and we both joked that we weren't ready to know, so we would just wait and see what happened in 9 months.

On the Monday after Easter, I couldn't take it anymore. I bought a pregnancy test... and then I took it... but I chickened out and wouldn't look at it. So I hid it. Ryan came home from work and I informed him of what I'd done. He was too scared to look too. Finally at about 10:00 that night, he caved and went to the bathroom to look at it. Even after I took the test Monday afternoon, I kept convincing myself that there was no way it was positive. But alas, the test declared "PREGNANT" in big bold letters, with no room for misinterpretation.

I had no idea how far along I was, but guessed, based on how long I'd been sick, that I could be about 7 weeks or so. I called the dr.'s office and they said they couldn't get me in for 4 weeks. I knew they could do better. So I called and talked to my doctor's nurse... whom I love, and she said they could get me in this week. So on Wednesday, I went in and my doctor reminded me that surprises are sometimes life's greatest gifts! I love her! She is so great! She guessed, after an exam, that I was roughly 6 weeks but wanted to do an ultrasound to be sure. I went back yesterday morning and had an ultrasound.

I saw one little baby squirming around in there with a very strong heart beat!!! (I had been terrified of having twins.) And after some measurements, realized that I am 8 1/2 weeks pregnant! And baby 3 (whom we affectionately refer to as "curve ball") is due November 22nd... right before Thanksgiving!

It took a while for the shock to wear off, but we really are so excited about this little addition. He/she will only be about 16 months younger than big brother Eli. Which is why I'll be busier than a one-armed paper hanger! But I wouldn't have it any other way. I feel so unbelievable blessed! Believe me, I do not take lightly the fact that we are able to conceive babies so easily. I know that's not true for everyone, and I feel unworthy of such an incredible gift.

And that is our story!