Now, Greg and I had a little plan to start not not trying again when Lydia turned one. That would put the children almost two years apart. This time it would all be different. This time I would look “movie star” perfect and wear the pearls and apron. Well, God used the comic genius He is sometimes known for, and had a much better plan.
Wednesday, October 4, 2006. Just a normal day. Greg and I were enjoying our little four-month-old Lydia, who we were finally in a good rhythm with. We were also becoming experts at the whole parenting thing. Now I was back on the pill, and I usually start on Wednesday mornings while on this particular one. Morning came and went, but Aunt Flo still did not come a knockin’. Thinking this was odd, I took the “baby test” from the dollar store we had left over from before.
I came out of the bathroom, looked at my husband, and a curse word passed my lips. I called the doctor’s office and asked if it is common to get a false positive when taking one of these tests…I was told to come in for a blood test, great. I went in, they took my blood and would call in the next day or so with the results.
We attempted to go about our day as normal, until the Chicago Cubs World series playoff game that evening. Here comes my husband’s favourite story to tell! We are at this game, amazing the Cubbies are doing this well. We are enjoying ourselves and love showing off our little one. Well, as the drinks were consumed by those around us, the man to my left and one directly behind me began to heckle each other’s teams. It was playful at first but quickly became rude and a bit unruly. Greg turned to the instigator and tried to calm the guy down, but he was not interested in cooperating. At this point I’ve had it, mama bear is NOT happy. I jumped to my feet, baby in arms, and got in this dude’s face. I told him how rude and idiotic he was acting and that he was only embarrassing himself. My little confrontation with him did keep him quiet the rest of the game. However, when I sat back down I began to sob uncontrollably for the rest of the game. I turned to Greg and told him between sobs of my once again ugly cry, “I better…be…pregnant.”
The next day I got a call from the doctor’s office confirming that baby #2 was on the way!
