its that time again...

alright my little kidlets...  you know what time it is...


that's right, its k roof overshare time!  which also means if you haven't figured it out by now that kraby #3 is on his or her way.  I know, crazy town...  sometimes we still cant believe we've boarded this roller coaster for a third time!


ok, to catch some of you up, ive ignored this blog for awhile and created another to follow all of our ups and downs with finny issues, you can check that out at the happy happy baby.  and if you happen to go back into the archives of this particular blog, you will find there are some odd names, I went through a phase where I felt the need to protect my childrens identities and changed names, clearly im over that and im far too lazy to go back and change everything...  youll figure out whos who. im not a total jerk though, im over the identity thing because I fully intend to exploit the internet and my childrens cuteness to bring awareness to finnys disease, if everyone in the entire country knew my childrens names and what duchenne muscular dystrophy is all about, I would be a happy mom.  awareness = research = a cure.


ok, back to new baby. 


its Christmastime.  my mother in law is in town.  we normally have at least a few late evenings drinking a little too much wine, chatting, and catching up on all that we have missed...  but this visit was different, I was far too tired to stay up much later than 8, but I brushed it off to having sick kids, craziness at work, stressing about Christmas...  fast forward a bit, the day she leaves I hug her and apologize for my lameness the previous week, she then makes a comment about the possibility of me being pregnant.  up to that point it had not even slightly crossed my mind that that could be what was going on...  if you remember, both of my other children are products of fertility meds, and numerous blood tests that told me that I just DO NOT ovulate...   


the eve of Christmas eve.  the hubs and I run out to pick up a few last minute things for the boys stockings, so while were at target, I sneakily slip a pregnancy test into the cart.  by the time we get home, its about 11 pm, and you know what they say, the first morning pee is where its at as far as pregnancy tests go and the detection of hormones...  but we all know there is no way I could have a pee test in my hot little hands and not pee on it.  so I peed on that stick while the rest of my house was asleep, and while I fully expected to see just a single sad lonely line, there was part of me that was a little excited at the thought that maybe I was.  so I pee, and I try to find something to distract my mind so that those two whole minutes of waiting don't last 87 hours, but then, oh my gaga, immediately there are two lines!  I almost didn't believe it, but I forced myself to save the second test for the morning...  you know, just to make sure.


Christmas eve morning.  absolutely two lines.  now what do I tell the hubs?  we hadn't even really decided whether or not we were gonna try again...   so I tell my mom and she thinks its a great idea to wrap up the test and give it to wadae Christmas morning, and I figure its either gonna make it the best Christmas ever, or I will absolutely ruin his day.  so I wrapped it up and gave it to him and everyone found out Christmas day, he was happy.  :)


so I have a million embarrassing stories to write as well but I think this current entry is long enough with my yay I found out im pregnant story, so youll just have to wait to hear about all the unfortunate events that seem to happen to me when im harboring a human.