Trust in me when I say, I was mentally done. I was tapping out. Three’s a crowd, four’s insane. But. Well. Here I am.
And the day after I found out, which was well over a month ago, I wrote a pretty honest blog about it. I’ll be sharing that one a little later to give everyone a real idea of how I originally felt. Read: tears were shed.
But after talking with Matt, a lengthy conversation with Jessica which was lengthy mainly because the first five minutes were completely not understandable due to crying, many weeks to figure it out and even using the doppler at work to find the new baby’s heartbeat, I’m good.
I’m better than good. I’m borderline excited.
As someone who was a ‘Whoops!’ baby once upon a time, I look forward to the adventure.
Won’t you come along on the adventure with me?