If you missed part one, you can find it here.
After the fateful text message to Trevor that I was indeed pregnant, I just sat in the closet trying to make sense of what was about to be our new normal.
I had all the concerns.
A few of the top contenders:
1. Was this baby healthy (raw sushi, wine, a disappearing pelvic mass, and 5 years time lapse in taking prenatal vitamins were just a few of the random things that coincided with my early pregnancy weeks)
2. How the heck did this happen
3. Our family felt complete already + what felt like a giant age gap
4. Could my 33 year old body do this again.
I decided then that if I was going to indeed have another baby, I was going to do it the exact way I wanted.
We confided in a couple of support people and booked an appointment with a midwife. I started weight training with our friend Will and started taking some vitamins and supplements regularly. These combined factors helped me accept this pregnancy as happening, although anyone in our life will tell you I wasn't excited about it.
Once I passed the 12 week mark and our genetic test came back clear, we began to spread the news. This was maybe the most enjoyable part. We were vocal about being finished with kids, so we made more than a few people cry, probably out of shock!
My pregnancy progressed normally and soon it was go-time.
