...Surprise!

Last Sunday afternoon, Parker and I were sitting outside on the driveway while Miles was sound asleep in his car seat, just talking and enjoying the day. I can't remember what we were talking about, but all of a sudden it dawned on me that something hadn't come around for a while. Lucky for me, there's an app for that- I checked my phone and sure enough, that something should've come and gone a long time ago. "I think I should get a pregnancy test," I announced. "You're not pregnant," Parker replied. It was all very straightforward, most likely because we've had this conversation a few times due to wonky cycles ever since Miles was born. Let's not get into details.

Anyway, off to the store I went. When I got home and took the test I set it on the counter, washed my hands, and turned to walk out of the bathroom as I quickly glanced toward the test, just to confirm it was negative. I was actually halfway through my bedroom before I stopped dead in my tracks and ran back in the bathroom to see those two little lines.

My reaction, unlike the test, was not immediately positive. I had just come to peace with having one child, and I've been busy making plans for school over the next year. Parker and I had talked about taking a trip to New York, and a semblance of a good night's sleep had returned to our household. As I started to think about life with two kids, I began to panic.

Over the last week, my attitude has changed a lot. All the things I was initially fretting over are all things that can wait. School can wait. New York can wait. Solid nights of sleep (...sniff...) can wait- for a couple months, anyway. I realized that this baby is a gift and the best kind of surprise, especially after a not so easy road to getting pregnant the first time around. I'm thankful. Parker has been positive from the get-go; his initial reaction was, "High five! Who needs sleep?"

Time is going to fly from now until August, I'm sure of it. But I'm ready- and excited- for the ride.