I asked Daniel (the hubby) to go to lunch with me on an afternoon in the middle of November. This wasn’t a big deal since we try to go to lunch together every other month or so. But, I was anxious for this lunch. I played it off like it was a casual thing with no hidden agenda, but the truth was hiding in my purse, in a photo album app on my IPhone. The night before we had had a short conversation about the status of our family and whether or not we’d like to add to it. This had been an ongoing conversation for about the past year or so and I was getting tired of being in family planning Limbo. The gist of the convo this time was that I had made a decision. “We are done”. I said. “I don’t think having another kid is a good idea”. I summed up the list of why I had come to this conclusion and Daniel was supportive although hesitant to put a period on that chapter just yet. But it didn’t matter. I was done and I get final say. So the next day I got a strange inkling that I should take a pregnancy test “just in case”, just to be able to know that yep, for sure we were done. I don’t really know what prompted that feeling. There was no reason I should wonder if I were pregnant or not. But nonetheless, I felt the need to reaffirm what I thought I knew and so I dug up an old test under my sink and gave it a whirl. Imagine my surprise when the thing came out to be positive! I couldn’t believe it! And I didn’t so I bought another test. Positive. Crap. I was a flood of emotions, most of them negative I will admit. I couldn’t believe it and I knew Daniel wouldn’t either. Afterall, I JUST told him I was done literally less than 24 hours before. So I called him and made the lunch date, snapped pics of the evidence with my phone, and met him at Carinos to spill the beans. I let him tell me about his day, and complain about customers, etc. for a while before I had the nerve to bring it up. Finally, not knowing what else to do, I just pulled out my phone and casually tossed it toward him saying, “Well, I don’t know if this will make your day better or worse, but it is what it is.” It took him a few seconds to process what he was looking at. Then he tossed the phone back in unbelief and told me “haha” so funny. He wasn’t buying it. I didn’t blame him. I knew how ridiculous the situation seemed. But, after some convincing he understood that I wasn’t messing with him and reality began to sink in. Lucky for me my husband is a much more optimistic person than I am so I was relieved to see him smile and listen to him reassure me how it was ok and rationalize how this could be a really good thing, good timing, etc. I don’t think either of us really knew how to process the news for a while and since I have high-risk pregnancies we waited for a while before we felt comfortable telling anyone. We told my family and friends at Christmas and my mom cried for joy. Everyone seems really happy for us and I’m glad because their happiness has helped to stave off the stress and worry. Slowly, my apprehension has turned into excitement and I can honestly say I’m glad to be pregnant and excited to meet this new little one at the end of July. In February we found out that we are having a girl and Daniel arranged an awesome Gender Reveal party that involved all our friends and loads of pink silly string. It was AWESOME and we couldn’t be more thrilled. After 2 boys and knowing this is going to FOR SURE be our last kiddo, a girl is a welcome surprise. 
So thats the big news! Baby #3 is happening people. And to answer the FAQ’s: Its a girl. I’m due in July. Peyton is excited, Sawyer seems indifferent. I was sick the first trimester but I’m feeling better. I’m still high-risk which for me means: Get a cerclage, take asprin and progesterone daily along with prenatals, have frequent doctors visits and ultrasounds, etc. I am not on bed rest but thats always a possibility if my contractions get out of hand or if I show other signs of preterm labor. We are excited.
Thanks for asking. :) 
