Oh Boy!
I looked at an app I have on my phone, BabyBump, this
morning to find out I was half a week into my third trimester. Meaning, the
final countdown is on and I’m going to have a darling baby boy in my hands by Thanksgiving. I cannot hardly believe this is happening so quickly because it
seems like it’s taken three years to get him here. I sound crazy, considering
my Ruby girl isn’t three yet. But, I am crazy.
Having Ruby was one of the MOST life changing experiences. I
say life changing because she was so unplanned, so accidental, she threw our
little life for a loop. But, in saying that there has never been anything so
surprising as Ruby that has done so much good. We had been married just three
months when we found out about the babe in my belly and we didn’t know what to
think or do. That’s how life has been with Rub. We don’t have a game plan, a
schedule, a structure. We just take it day by day.
The night after I delivered Ruby I remember feeling so
impressed that I had another baby waiting to be mine. Like it felt like I had
another baby in my belly that needed to come out. I told Nic that I was ready
for number two and he wasn’t quite ready for our two day old baby so it didn’t
go over so well. So I persisted. Daily, weekly, monthly, and it was pretty
annoying. But, I just knew I wanted and needed more.
Finally I talked Nic into letting me get my IUD out. Ruby
was just over one and we thought for sure I’d be pregnant in minutes. I had two
early miscarriages, that could have just been false positives and my heart felt
like monthly it was being broken. I would have the highest hopes just to find
out we weren’t so lucky, AGAIN. Because Ruby was such a little tricker and came
while I was on the birth control, I imagined that babies would just pop out of
me. But, this one didn’t.
We went to Las Vegas at the first of March for Nic’s work. I
had been taking Clomid and getting my blood tested. I got a call from the
doctors office and they let me know I ovulated. I knew I was pregnant. I knew
that it finally happened and even though I’ll probably get cancer from Clomid,
and baby Jones number two probably has two extra fingers, I was fertile. Thank
you!
That Sunday I was officially late so I woke up late and ran
to the bathroom before getting ready for church. Sure enough, two of the cutest
pink lines I’d ever seen. I was thinking, I have to wait until Friday to tell
Nic (it was his birthday). But he came home to find us, since we were late for
church and I spilled the beans. I couldn’t hold in the excitement. We were
having baby Jones number two! The day that I felt like would never come was
here.
Ever since the idea of number two came to me, things have
been different. I don’t know why I expected things to be the same. But the
whole trying to have a baby, and then the pregnancy has been different. I am so
much better at being pregnant this time. My body aches, and I still get
nauseous. But I haven’t gained sixty pounds (yet!) and I just feel so much
better about the whole experience.
I think that chasing Ruby around and not sitting around
eating oreos has really helped. I think that because this was so expected,
planned, wanted and structured it just seems like my body isn’t in a state of
shock, and neither is my heart. I am emotional, crazy, and exhausted but I am
just handling it a lot better.
I knew that this was going to be a boy all along. Well from
that pregnancy test in March. I wanted a girl, I love sisters. I wanted bows,
pink, and baby dolls. But I knew it was going to be little brother. I have very few regrets in
life, but let me say this. When we went to get the ultrasound I thought to
myself “record Nic’s face”. Well… I didn’t listen. If you’ve ever seen or
experienced pure joy this moment is what it would be like. Our guy was just
holding himself (boys!) and Nic has never been more proud. He was smiling like
a crazy man. Laughing, crying, and giggling all in the same moment. I just can
imagine the images running through his head, golfing, scout camp, football,
baseball, dirt, mud, shooting, hunting, fishing, etc… Nic is truly a man’s man
(besides his unique ability to be an interior designer, sew, and that he really
is the most sensitive guy I know). But he was pumped.
Ruby on the other hand, couldn’t believe what we were
telling her. She just kept asking if the next one could be a girl, and
sweetheart I sure hope so! But we are ready and excited and trying to decide a
name. But I’ll continue to be pregnant for the next only 11ish weeks and be
grateful that I have been given this chance to grow babies inside my belly.
That though the road was long and hard (not the longest and hardest road, but
for me it was rough!) and that Heavenly Father knew what our little family
needed.
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