I decided to keep a journal this time, as this will be my last baby. I'm kind of sad, but 5 kids will be more than enough to handle.
This pregnancy was a surprise, of major proportions. My husband Kevin and I had been wanting 1 more, but our daughter is only 6 months old. We had been planning to wait a few more months.
On July 17, while on vacation, I was in the grocery store to pick up a few items. I was walking down the isle where the home tests are kept. I don't know why, I wasn't even thinking I might be pregnant, I just on impulse grabbed a first response test. My dh didn't even know I had bought it.
When we got back to our camp site, I went to the bathroom and took the test, and I almost fell when the second line showed up, ever so faintly. I went back to our camp site and asked my DH what age difference he wanted again? He looked at me funny, till I showed him the stick. The line was so faint, we weren't even sure it was there. But ... as the saying goes ... a line is a line is a line.
Two days later, off to Wal Mart I go, for another FRED. I didn't even wait to leave the store, just went into the store bathroom and took the test. When I came out and showed DH that the line was much darker, his face lit up, he's sooo happy.
On to the difficult part. We now have to tell our families. I kmow my family will be less than thrilled, given the fact that Lexie is only 6 months old. Oh well, we want this baby and they will just have to accept that.
I told my mother on Aug. 4, she was less than thrilled. All she said was that she was really dissapointed and she hasn't mentionned a word since. My dad still doesn't know, and neither do my children. What really bothers me is that this is my dh and my decision to have a baby, and no one elses, so where do they get off judging me. Oh well, I have an u/s scheduled for Aug. 13, and if all is ok, we will tell the rest of my family then. DH family already knows and they are happy, why can't my family be as supportive.
Well, that's enough for now, will update on Friday after my u/s.