Motz the Third

We've got big news. WE'RE HAVING BABY #3!!!! We just found out on Thursday night and are over the shock. Not shock in a bad way. Just shock that we were specifically told that I wasn't pregnant only two months ago. Here's how it all rolled out (trust me, I'll spare the graphic details):

We felt that God was really giving us the confidence to have a third baby (during a week which found me knee-high in heathen-like children). With that confidence we thought we'd give it the old college try. I swore I was pregnant. Mike did too. I got a blood test. No baby. Regular female body functions resume the following week, so there. We weren't pregnant.

Well, ok...maybe we had selective hearing when it came to where God was trying to lead us. Perhaps He was giving us confidence for a third, but that the third should be later. So, we ditched Project Conception and avoided it like the plague the following month. We even found several reasons why we weren't ready for a third and boy-wasn't-it-a-good-thing-that-God-was-looking-out-for-our-best-interests. Being thick in this mindset, I eventually found myself two weeks late. Surely I had something seriously wrong with me. Oh man, I bet my hormones are screwed up and I have some horrible ailment. What can it be now??? I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I wasn't pregnant. My doctors assured me the previous month that I wasn't and that surely I was nuts for even considering the possibility that I was.

I tested on Thursday night just so that I could call my doctor the next morning and say "look, I tested and am not pregnant...something is wrong." Thirty-two seconds after peeing, I was trying to pick my jaw up off of the bathroom floor. I looked at the test, then at the box, then back to the test. NO WAY! No FREAKING way!!! I was so sure I wasn't pregnant, and look I'll prove it to you. Now here I was eating crow off of the bathroom floor. Blech!

Mike was stunned too. I think we were both brainwashed by the negative blood test and were comforting ourselves with the "we're not ready" talk. We spent the rest of Thursday night on the couch with our mouths hanging open.

In the past few days, we have gotten very excited again. I am already showing and went from "I'm not pregnant" to maternity clothes in less than 48 hours. I am probably 10 weeks along.

Honestly, I noticed that things weren't quite as (ahem) 'firm' as before, but I thought that was 30 disagreeing with my body. I truly believed that my french fries finally met their match when 30 came raring around the corner. But no, I am just pregnant.

And that would explain the stomach virus I've had for two weeks now. Talk about denial!