While this post won’t be published for several weeks, I want to remember the moment that changed our life completely (for the second time) as it happened.
Today, in the wee hours of the morning, we found out that something I’ve wanted for a long time might just happen:
In December, if all goes well, Carys will become a big sister.
My heart is still pounding. I’m nervous, hopeful, optimistic, pessimistic, cautious, scared, excited. I want this SO MUCH. I keep closing my eyes and just asking the universe to let us have a healthy baby at the end of a healthy pregnancy.
I have been charting my temperatures each morning (which helps you determine when you ovulate, and therefore helps you get pregnant) and historically, I’d seen a big temperature drop at 10 days after ovulation, meaning that a unwelcome monthly visitor was on the way. However, this morning, there was no temp drop. It stayed the same. My heart immediately skipped a beat and I think I knew at that moment. It was 6am and everyone else was still asleep, but I ran to the bathroom and took a test. Watching the little hourglass turn for three minutes felt like three hours, and I knew I should be nervous, but: I knew. Seeing “Pregnant” pop up with no warning, though, still took my breath away.
Before, in abstract terms, I’d considered fun ways to announce our third pregnancy to Chris – putting Carys in a “Big Sister” t-shirt, for example. However, when faced with the situation, I didn’t stop to pause or think that I might want to wait to do something fun. Instead, I ran into the bedroom, turned on the light, and woke him out of his slumber to shove the test into his face. He laughed a little bit, gave me a high five, and we laid in bed for a few minutes, just cuddling and quietly considering what changes will be coming to our little family if all goes as planned.
Carys must have sensed the excitement emitting from our room, because she woke up nearly an hour earlier than her usual time. When I went to pick her up, she chirped, “Hi!” in her usual cheery fashion and reached for me. I picked my baby girl up, held her tight, and whispered, “Hey, big sister.”