The Second Time’s First Time

just three weeks ago, my husband told me it’s time to have another baby.  he missed cuddling a sweet gentle soul because our eldest is hardly a baby anymore with his big boy ways and smells and talks.  i scoffed.  we can’t afford another baby.

why not? he asks.  our family income is big enough to support a toddler and a newborn so why not? i just don’t feel it’s the time yet to conceive.  apparently, He has other plans.

it took me two pregnancy tests bearing the same positive results to get myself to the doctor.  she recommended a TSV (trans V ultrasound) to determine the age and expected date of delivery since i cannot remember the first day of my last menstrual period.  the ultrasound confirmed that i am 7 weeks  and 3 days pregnant as of october 20, based on the size of the embryo.

so now, here i am.  not yet very pregnant but definitely very excited to welcome our newborn.  the next 9 months won’t be easy, i dread the not-so beautiful days but hey, what can i do?  i am a mother, and proud to be one.