Exactly one year ago I published a post titled “The Question.” That question continued to live inside me for months, and at one point in late January, after a nice dinner with Jonny, I ended up crying in the car, relaying every single unspoken feeling related to having another kid. It was one of those cries that felt like an exorcism — by the end of it I felt absolutely drained but also an otherworldly sense of peace, despite the fact that we did not get closer to a resolution.
On Monday, February 9, I took Ari to the store to pick out Valentines. At that point I was on Day 32 of my cycle, which typically runs a little long. I decided to buy a pregnancy test. I took it as soon as we got home. The two blue lines were faint, but present. I called my best friend Kathryn immediately. She was one of the last people to find out about my first pregnancy, so I made her the first to know this time around. I agonized so long over whether I wanted this to happen, and when it did, I just felt excited and surprised. There was no fear or anxiety or dread.
I had my answer.
Oh you KNOW I am excited about this. Congratulations! I cannot believe you didn't text me however. I hereby request you text me first about #3! ;)
This is amazing news!!!