If you haven’t read my first pregnancy stories, you should do so here and here. Because some of the things I say may confuse you had you not already read them.

Let me start off by saying this was just as much as a surprise as our first.

We weren’t trying. We were definitely practicing, but we weren’t trying to have a second child just yet.

Let me just jump right in.

Ok. So what was the tell-tell sign this time? Sore boobs. Late period. The usual.

I did pee a lot but I already pee a lot so not a huge difference there.

I’d honestly thought I was pregnant earlier this year, but it turned out I was just late or completely forgot when my last period was and I thought I was late, only I was really on-time.

Needless to say, because of that scare, I was pretty sure I was just thinking I might be pregnant and then it would turn out I was wrong… again. I remembered I had two pregnancy tests stashed away from earlier this year, so early Saturday morning on Memorial weekend, I got up before the boys and took the test.

I was thinking “take the test, it will say negative and you can relax.”

What I wasn’t expecting was for it to come back and say “Nah, bitch you pregnant.”

Ok it really didn’t say that, but that’s what it felt like.

I had the Clearblue tests that reads “pregnant” or “not pregnant.” But after”pregnant” popped up on the tiny screen–and my heart fell into my stomach–a little timer on the side was still blinking like it wasn’t finished calculating.

I sat there and waited.

“Maybe the ‘not’ will pop up,” I thought.

PSH.

Little did I know I purchased the test which calculates how far along you are. Once the timer quit blinking, “2-3 weeks” showed up on the screen…

I slid down the wall and just stared at the floor.

Klay was clueless, asleep in our bedroom. This time, unlike the first, he had no idea I was taking a test so I was a little nervous about how he’d react.

The timing didn’t seem quite right to be pregnant…again, but I suppose it never does.

I decided to take the second test, just to be sure. I mean I know if it says you are, you are. And if it says you’re not, you still could be, but I thought “just take the second one, might as well.”

So, I did.

Same result.

YOU’RE KNOCKED UP AGAIN.

I just sat and cried in disbelief. I just didn’t feel I was ready.

I was trying to get back on track with losing weight and trying to find a job. And, this just complicates things again.

Plus, Klay and I had gotten into a little tiff the night before over something dumb like the dishes. Normally we hash things out before going to bed. It’s kind of one of our “rules,” we try not to go to sleep angry. But I was freaking tired and didn’t feel like talking about the dishes so I fell asleep.

So I wasn’t sure how he’d react the next morning.

Meanwhile, I tried to think of a clever way to tell him I was pregnant. So I decided to make breakfast and coffee before he got up and thought I’d write it on his coffee cup. Clever enough for short notice.

So I wrote “2nd White Baby on the way! Drink up!”

He got up when he heard me moving around pans in the kitchen.

The first thing he did was hug and kiss me–a sign to show me he’d moved on from the night before. I felt my shoulders relax with relief.

I made pancakes and had some fresh fruit on the side.

I had to tell him I made coffee and already had a coffee cup sat out for him. I turned it so the message I wrote on the cup was away from him.

But before that he asked me if I wanted coffee and I said “no.” And then when it came time to eat, I told him I’d eat in minute and that I wasn’t that hungry.

And he picked up on the strange vibe I guess.

“What’s going on with you? You don’t want coffee or want to eat? Should I be worried? Did you poison my food?” he laughed, joking about our argument the night before.

“Well I do watch a lot of ‘Snapped,’ but I wouldn’t poison your food, it would be too obvious,” I said trying to play it off.

“I’ll eat,” I said. “Just don’t give me those two pancakes on the top. Those are for you,” I joked.

Since our kitchen table was still outside we were eating on the floor.

It took him about 45 minutes to notice the message on the coffee cup.

I was waiting to see how he’d react. I had my phone ready so I could grab and record when he finally noticed the message.

Since his first words were “WTF” when we found out I was pregnant with Brody, I was eager to hear the first words to come out of his mouth this time.

And, guess what? He didn’t disappoint.

“BULL SHIT!”

Sigh.

Only my husband.

I’d post photos and videos of this epic event, but unfortunately on Friday, my phone decided to stop working and I lost them all. No I didn’t back up. I hate that shit. Takes forever. Those precious moments captured are lost forever I suppose. My fault. FML.

Best,

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