This is not a post I ever ever ever ever thought I’d write.
How can I explain this. See this photo…
See that soap dispenser?
That soap dispenser is going to be a baby.
I’m pregnant. Very unexpectedly.
Let me pause to remind you that I already have four very lovely children.
And I’m pregnant.
So how did I feel when I found out? Let me try to put it into words.
Yeah, that sort of does it.
I had something that seemed very nervous breakdownish.
It might have been a nervous breakdown.
You see, when I first moved out of the city (where people generally have one or two kids), I met this family with five children.
And I, because I’m not a judgmental person, thought to myself, “That is COMPLETELY insane. I mean, that is a serious trip to crazy town. Why would anyone have five kids?!!”
That family now has six so I guess they weren’t scared off by my silent thoughts.
As I was having my nervous breakdown, I tried to calm myself by thinking, “That’s one less than The Brady Bunch and they seem to have buckets of fun! And then unfortunately I remembered that The Brady Bunch is a FICTIONAL family and bears no resemblance to reality since Alice does not live with me.
I’ve told a few people about my pregnancy and they actually seem sort of excited about the whole thing. I can only assume they are excited it’s not them.
Most of them say, “Hey, you have four! What’s one more?”
I don’t know. It feels like a lot. Four suddenly feels like a lot. The past 2 1/2 years have kicked my ass with the twins. I don’t know how I am going to do this. I really don’t. And I’m so old. Like 107 years old. And how am I going to summer in Italy if I have to pay for all these college educations?!
So this Thanksgiving I’m working on my gratitude for unexpected blessings.
I am grateful for…
A husband who is a true partner and makes me laugh when I want to cry.
Four previously mentioned lovely children who will have one more sibling to share their lives with.
My friends and family who have made surprisingly few Brady Bunch jokes. Probably because they know I can’t take it. At least not yet.
The health of my family. And I am reminded of this every time I sob through another episode of Parenthood. That show is breaking me. Although hot Luke from FNL is a nice addition.
A home when so many in the Northeast lost theirs during the hurricane.
And finally, a little boy who is going to fill our home with even more love, laughter and chaos.
Yes, a boy.
Hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving. xo