As I’ve just entered my 8th month of pregnancy, I guess it’s time to write my follow up post about how my husband and I decided to go for the third child.
Some of you might remember my first post on the subject, written years ago “To Third or Not To Third?” where I layed out all of the reasons why we should and why we should not add another member to our family.
We talked about it and talked about it, and waited for the right time and talked about it some more and couldn’t come to a decision.
My husband was so sick of the topic.
One night last Spring we were out on a date night (which included some tequila) and we decided to give ourselves a window. A very short 3 week window, effective immediately and ending with a trip we had scheduled to Cabo for our friend’s 40th birthday celebration.
In this time frame we would not take precautions not to get pregnant. (See what I did there with that double negative?)
Our thought process was, if we get pregnant in that time frame then it was meant to be, and if we didn’t we could feel good that we had left it up to Fate who had decided for us.
The next morning after that date night, when the tequila had worn off, we both woke up terrified and looked at each other (almost in a scene out of a movie) and said “yeah, that’s enough of that plan.”
We thought we had our answer.
Flash forward to the last night of our Cabo trip when we were having a SUPER fun time celebrating our friend’s birthday, and our friends who happened to be pregnant with their third started into a sales pitch about why we should have a third kiddo along with them.
Which got me thinking…something was a little late…
There will be a six year gap between our middle and our baby! We will be going back to sleepless nights, and breastfeeding and bottles, and diapers and spit up, and strollers and carseat adaptors and high chairs and, and, and…
But after the initial freak out, the excitement set in: we get to do this all over again!!
It will be the first time we are being surprised with the gender. Our girls love to hug and kiss my pregnant belly, and get so excited to feel the baby kick and they love when s/he has the hiccups. They are SO thrilled to have a little brother or sister. (Although Lyla swears she won’t change a poopy diaper.)
We can’t wait to meet this new member of our family who was SO meant to be.
Do you have a story to share on how you decided to go for the third? Share in the comments below!
(Photo Credit Top: Kristin Eldridge Photography)