But he came around and shares our joy....
Words can't express how excited, scared, anxious and happy we are to be expecting again.
I found out I was pregnant again while in California. NZ and I were out shopping and all of a sudden I felt faint. "Nick, if I didn't know better, I'd think I was pregnant." He didn't say anything, and I quickly dismissed the silly notion because that just doesn't happen to us. Sal was four years in the making--no way we would be so lucky to get pregnant while he's still such a little guy.
Two days later, still feeling faint and tired, I bought a test.
Sure enough, two pink lines.
I may or may not have uttered some expletives, but they were happy expletives.
We were scheduled to fly back to China a few days after my discovery, so I called my old OB and they fit me in before we left to confirm we had a viable embryo. Right away, my Doc eased my fears and said, "strong heartbeat. One baby. Six and a half weeks."
I got my little printout of our speck of rice, thanked the staff and headed to my car with a sigh of relief and smile on my face. That night, NZ and I raided our storage facility and pulled out my maternity clothes to bring home to China. It felt good to be pulling them back out.
Two days later, we boarded the plane bound for China with the happiest secret in the world on our minds.
Stay tuned for an overdose of pregnancy updates, my takes on maternity care in China and most likely a few freak outs and obsessive posts about how I'm gonna juggle a toddler and a newborn come January.