Hi Everyone, wow, it has been a hectic week with kids and
work. I was in court two times this week and last week, trying to figure out lunches and snacks, should we pack or buy? Trying to get kids back and forth, here and there. We had a birthday yesterday, (Mason turned 4), it's just been absolutely crazy. But what really had me going was the question of "is my husband really fixed?" Most of you know that I had a hard pregnancy and an emergency C-section with our youngest Maximillian, (16 months). It was because of this that my husband stepped up and "took one for the team," and got a vasectomy. That was great, it meant that I didn't have to get a more difficult procedure in getting my tubes tied. Since then my "friend," (menstrual cycle) has been coming ever...y 28 days on the DOT! Not this month. On the 29th day I was on the internet researching how reliable a vasectomy really was, and I was terrified after all the information I read. Women, were getting pregnant left and right, and even years after their husbands got vasectomies. I also read that up to 1% of men who get vasectomies aren't completely sterile. I couldn't believe it. Could I be pregnant? I couldn't imagine having another baby at this point in my life. I had to tell Bobby how I was feeling. I asked him what we would do if I was pregnant again? The look on his face, (lol). I was really nervous, I mean of course if it was meant to be, we would just have to deal with it, but I didn't even want to think about tipping 200 pounds on the scale again, breast feeding again, we just got Max to start sleeping in his bed part of the night. Mason still sleeps with us all night, and Malachi comes in our room in the middle of the night and sleeps on a little couch. Thinking about adding another kid to that had me going crazy. The 30th day came, and by then I was convinced it was happening. We were going to have another baby. We were going to have to buy all new baby clothes since we have finally gotten rid of the ones we had for the last four kids. I was convinced I was getting ready to gain another 30 pounds, hopefully it wouldn't be another 60 pounds. And then........................it came. My friend arrived, I sent a text to Bobby letting him know that our friend had arrived and he responded,"woo hoo." lol, It was a good day, in the midst of "My Crazy Life."
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April 2013
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