Basically all hubby and I could muster up after finding out I was pregnant with our fourth baby. Not second, not third… fourth. Four babies. Four kids. [ Who does that?! Only the mildly insane obviously. ] That was the calmer conversation verses what went down prior the lab visit that confirmed the pregnancy. I have to admit. We were just getting back into a “normal” routine. A routine post twin infants, also known as a blackout phase. A bit with cancer, yet another blackout phase. Big Sister was finishing up her last year of preschool. The Twins, well, the Twins were still being the Twins. [ crazy, loud, cute, basically little ticking time bombs of energy ] Wonderful little creatures they are. Twin B had wrapped up her last chemo treatment. Life was normalizing.
Little did we know we had a little bit more in store for us this year.
“Congrats, you’re pregnant!” announced the nurse.
So straight from the hospital lab we did what any unexpected, expecting parents would do and went to the nearest restaurant to eat our feelings. We binged on gourmet brie cheese drizzled with truffle oil and, wait, I can’t remember anything past the brie. It was that good. Quite frankly, I’m not positive but brie actually may be on the pregnant ‘Do Not Eat’ list. What the heck, it’s baby number 4! Then Hubby ordered a cocktail and as I was about to order… it dawned on me. Oh, that’s right. “I’ll have a water.” And so it begins. It’s OK. More cheese and NOW the addition of bread. We were pretty quiet. Then excited. Then scared. Then EXCITED.
So time went on. Nine months to be exact. Pizza and ice cream were eaten. Hubby enjoyed what he calls “Pregnant Jess.” Also known as the wife that will eat whatever he wants whenever he wants on any given day. His freedom to cook without comments such as, “Are you planning on using oil because don’t.” or “Let’s try this vegan dish this week!” The day I looked at that positive pregnancy test a bubble floated over my head envisioning an empty bank account. Hubby’s bubble displayed a shelf full of Cape Cod Chips and Doritos. We are a foodie family and I love it.
A pregnancy with 3 other children goes by quickly! Not many changes to the busy schedule. Just the addition of your growing body. So the year proceeded on.
The due day came, March 1st, 2017 and you know it, we had another baby girl (6 lbs, 11 oz.), Baby Sister. We now have 4 beautiful, healthy girls. And I could not feel more blessed.
After having infant twins a single baby is truly a gift. Where twins are on a strict schedule and the work for them is very mechanical and routine, a single baby is nothing less than blissful. Her big sisters feel the same way. We are now a complete family of 6. The adventure continues only with more to share it with. All things considered, a difficult year became one of the best.
And maybe, just maybe, the Cape Cod Chips stick around this time.
