As most of you already know…this last pregnancy was quite the little surprise. As much as I WANT ALL THE BABIES….this shocker was both exciting (yay! Another squish to cuddle!)…and humbling (what? I’m not in control of things?)….and terrifying (how the heck are we possibly gonna manage four kids ages four and under?!). Struggling to adjust doesn’t even come close to describing the entire thing. I love that Jim Gaffigan joke….wanna know what having four little kids is like? Imagine you are drowning and someone hands you a baby. So. so. true.
I didn’t ever think I would be one of those girls. One of those “I didn’t know I was pregnant” people. But then it happened. I would have (and still do) make fun of those kinda people. I always wonder….when they see that there is a head coming out of their crotch….is that the moment it confirms they are pregnant? When is that moment exactly? Because honestly, if you can give birth on a toilet and not suspect anything but a giant bowel movement….you are a pain-threshold-beast and I want you to protect me from rabid wild animals.
It’s crazy to think that Jeremy and I had a conversation about waiting about a year before thinking of trying again to expecting baby number four the very next day. And not only that…but being half way cooked was a totally unexpected adventure. At the time, I was completely freaking out. I mean…I don’t have my crap together people….I still had Christmas decorations out and it was the third week of January….my grandmother would have been horrified. And then all of a sudden, we were supposed to start thinking about bringing another human home! LJ isn’t even walking! Weston isn’t talking! Someone calculate the diapers we need! What the what?!
So I….in true Katie fashion…decided that the only way that I could possible deal with a surprise pregnancy is to celebrate it exactly the way I did the other boys….except in fast forward….namely, take a butt load of photos of my growing bump and pretend that a 19 weeks start date is just slightly different than 5 weeks The great part is….it worked. At the time, I felt like I didn’t get to enjoy those beginning parts of pregnancy…but now looking back and getting to snuggle my little Maxie Knight, I would not have had it any other way.
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