Well, it's official. I had "good luck" on my pregnancy test. I passed. I'm pregnant. Again. For the 3rd time in three years after nine years of infertility. Yeah. I'm pregnant. Yeah. Again. Yeah, I know what causes it and happen to like it. A lot. Yeah, I know I'm almost 40. What about it?! I'm due December 3 - yes, that's exactly 9 months after my wedding anniversary. Yes, I know what I did for my wedding anniversary (doesn't everyone? I mean, isn't that EXPECTED on your wedding anniversary?).
So, thanks to my dear friend, Rebecca, this baby has a nickname. Elizabeth was The Egglet. Katherine was The Omelette. This baby shall be EggBenedict at least until we reach the point where Bennie becomes Harrison or Anne - which, based on my calculations, will be the week of July 4.
We're in shock. After nine years of not being able to GET pregnant, we suddenly find ourselves unable to STOP! I'm going to be 40 and have three children under the age of three. I often joke about smoking crack. I think I'm going to have to take up crystal meth. (that's a JOKE - I do not use nor do I condone the use of those drugs).
I'm exhausted and hungry. I'm getting a sandwich and going to bed.
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My own copyright -- woohoo! Yeah, baby -- that's what I'm talking about!
[But does it alomst look as if Benedict is copyright Rebecca T.? Because while I'm happy to take credit for my witty naming humor, I'm pretty sure I've got nothing to do with the making of the babe. That, my friend, was ALLLL you and Brad. :) ]
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