This has been a challenging week. The two little guys I take care of 3 times a week had last week off. Coming back has proven to be hard to transition back. Not only has it been hard for them to come back (different set of rules than at home) but they have had extra long days here. Instead of 7 hours they have been here 9 hours because the father's work schedule had gotten switched for this week. On Tuesday the 3.5 year old had a 40 minute melt down. 40 minutes!!!! Insane! The beginning thing was when I told him that the trains were closed for 5 minutes because they were fighting over the trains and not sharing, so they could go and find something else to play for 5 minutes. I then had to go to the loo because well that just seems to be my life these days, and when I came out of the washroom he was peeling the decals off the wall and crumpling them. I told him it's ok to be mad but it's not ok to wreck things or break things when we're mad and that now he had to have a time out for wrecking things. So he had his 3 minute time out. As soon as it was done I went over and talked to him, that's when the water works started and they didn't stop. After I was done talking with him (him still crying) I said once you're calm you can get off the chair and go play. I told him this several times. You know you have a choice, you can sit here and cry or you can go and play. It was time for a snack and I asked him if he was going to come upstairs for a snack or sit and cry? He chose to cry. I was like, really?!!? What am I missing here?? I figured that by this time he was just exhausted and done (it was 4pm and they usually go home at 3:30). Finally he stopped after 40 mins of bone chilling, eyes turning in towards my nose shrill crying. (It sounded as though someone was torturing the child yet no one was near him).
The next time they came, Thursday when they arrived he was already in hysterics because he had been trying to convince his mom to take him to the pet store to see the snakes. When she failed to meet his request (because she had to go to work) he became hysterical. And not only that but he was coming to my house (The house of rules!!!) (Seriously I don't have that many rules, we have to share, we have to take turns, no hitting, no kicking, no throwing - that's it!) So he sat on the stairs and cried, and cried, and cried. B had worked late the night before so he was still sleeping and when I came into the room to grab a pair of socks he asked what I was doing to the kid. I told him, nothing, he wants to go to the pet store. B was irritated to say the least. (This kids cry is not fun to listen to even through two closed doors!) After the little ones were done their breakfast (oh yeah did I mention that they came unfed but with breakfast in a bag) we headed down stairs. I told him he had to join us because we are a group and we have to stick together. We went into the back toy room and he continued to sit and pout for another hour and a half. Total of 2 hours from the time he arrived to the time he started playing. We went upstairs for a snack, he did not want to go upstairs so I told him he had 5 seconds to go or I would carry him up. As soon as I said 5 he was up the stairs. As soon as the kid had some food in his belly his entire demeanour changed. He was back to the happy kid I remembered! We played and had a great time. (This was another 9 hour day). By the time 4pm came again he was done. He started to play rough with the toys and I had to ask him to be more gentle or we couldn't play with them any more. He was gentle for about 2 mins and then the roughness came into play once again. I reminded him that we had to be gentle. He growled at me. Now I didn't mention this before, but he had growled at me once before in the day and I had told him that wasn't appropriate behaviour, I didn't appreciate being growled at and that he had words he can use to tell me how he feels. So once he growled at me for the second time I immediately cleaned up our activity and explained to him that growling is not acceptable and it means that our activity is over. The water works began again. I also told him that sitting and crying was not an option and that he needed to go and find something else to play. (This might seem harsh, however I didn't have it in me to take another 10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 2 hours of this shrill crying any more). He immediately stopped crying and just stared at me, like can she really tell me I can't cry? Stare. He eventually found something else to play and then his dad arrived 1 hour early (Thank goodness!!!) So the water works began as soon as he saw his dad. I explained to his dad what had been going on and this next part makes my blood boil. He told him that he bought him a new toy and that it was in the car. (Kind of explained the behaviour he's dishing out, bad behaviour rewarded with new toys) I'm going to end that day with that.
Then Friday he arrived again in hysterics. Before I even opened the door I was done. I felt bad for having these feelings but honestly, this is getting ridiculous. I reluctantly opened the door. His mom apologized for this. I told her, we'll get through it. She left. Again B had worked late the night before so he was still sleeping. I explained to him that because Kiwi's dad is still sleeping we can't cry like that today, we have to be quiet. I was surprised but it worked. He stopped crying. I also told him again that sitting and crying was not an option today and that we had a lot of things we could play. I purposefully made the day's activities fun, we went to the park, we played with balloons, we pretty much had a party day. At first he still wanted nothing to do with what we were all doing, but eventually (10 mins) he gave in, we were just having way too much fun to not want to join. The rest of the day went over really great! We had a blast and when their dad came everyone had huge smiles on their faces. Back to normal I thought.
Monday, thinking we had success on Friday and that things were going to be back to normal I was actually looking forward to them coming. Then they pulled up, 10 minutes early. Again the older was in hysterics, seriously what is going on with this kid??? I opened the door, his mom said I am sorry I don't know what this is all about. In order to make him somewhat happy she carried him upstairs. He sat on the couch where she had put him down and cried, once she left he cried for 5 minutes more and then he got up and played. Later, during lunch, I asked him why he was so upset when he comes over. He told me it was because he didn't get to finish watching his show. I asked him, Do you like coming here to play? And he said yes. I told him that I feel sad when he arrives crying because it makes me feel like he doesn't want to come and play. I could see in his face that he understood this. Here's hoping Wednesday's arrival is different. If not I might have to ask his parents if they think we're the right fit for him. I don't want to be traumatizing the child, plus I don't want to take on that stress every day thank you. They also got picked up 15 minutes late. Not a big deal I know, but that is time I had set aside for Kiwi's nap time. Luckily everyone was happy and having so much fun with Kiwi's new kitchen toy.
Here I've just been focusing on the 3.5 year olds behaviour in the last week. The other two have things they need to work on too (such as sharing, grabbing) it's just that the bigger guy's behaviour/attitude has been more to deal with this week that I needed to vent it out. The little brother is very sensitive and when his brother cries he starts to cry and wants to be held. He too has a not so quiet cry. At one point during the week all 3 of them were crying at the same time. I literally stopped and laughed. It was such a gong show! I also want to say this is not how the days usually go, we usually have so much fun that the time just flies by (although I do need to have a nap most days after they go). I am sure my hormones are doing there work in there too with my frustration level at it's all time low. I just take an extra bathroom break if I need to regroup.
Until next time,
Michelle
Monday, February 24, 2014
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Pregnancy Guilt
It's a funny thing really. When struggling with fertility issues I joined a support group online. It was a great place to go and talk and support one another because we understood each other. We got it when someone would say something insensitive and we would lift each other up on a bad day. Our group struggled through miscarriages, frustrations, failed cycle after cycle and we also celebrated when someone had gotten their dream.
Being on the other side of it is a totally different story. When you get that positive test I felt almost numb, shocked, and I didn't believe it. Another feeling that came with it surprised me. Guilt. I felt so guilty for being able to graduate the infertility issue, but what about my friends? I wanted them all to "graduate". I felt guilty because why did I get pregnant and that girl that has been waiting for 5 years still not get her prayer answered.
This time around is no different. If anything the guilt is stronger. I am pregnant again. We have our second baby on the way when some of my friends are still waiting for their first. My heart breaks for them as I know and understand the frustrations and the feelings of injustice that come with infertility. Why can that teenage girl who doesn't want to get pregnant be blessed, but the woman who is ready and wanting a baby have to struggle. It doesn't make any sense. And the more you try to make sense of it the more it doesn't.
I have someone close to me that has been trying to get pregnant for years, and as B and I were waiting in the waiting room for our ultra sound out she walked and let me know that she is expecting her first baby! I am beyond words excited for her! We had been seeing the same fertility doctor since before I got pregnant with Kiwi. I didn't have the heart to tell her that we too were expecting. I wanted to revel in her joy and excitement!
It's so weird. I remember having such judgmental thoughts in my early 20's when I would watch the Baby Story on T.V. when the women would say they had to do fertility treatment. I use to think, they just need to relax, and not stress about it and it will happen. I was so naive and so ignorant. I feel guilty about having those thoughts and I hope and pray I never said anything insensitive to someone struggling.
Another emotion that comes with infertility is anger. I don't do well with anger. I don't know how to let it out. I tend to bottle it up or ignore it. It's easier to deal with it if I don't acknowledge it. However it does show it's ugly face now and then. I don't know why but when someone announces their pregnancy and says they weren't even trying, it strikes up anger in me. I know the expected reaction is to be happy but I honestly have to say my first reaction is anger/jealousy and it is not fun. I don't want that to be my first reaction. B helps me put it in check right away. I tend to withdrawal for a bit just to get myself to a place of happiness for them. I should rephrase that, it's not that I'm not happy for them, because I really am. I just feel the unjust for those who have been waiting and trying so hard. Does this make any sense? Maybe I'm on the crazy train?! I am not elegant with my words or have the ability to clearly voice my feelings.
I have another friend who just told me that she is struggling with getting pregnant and that when she told her best friend she was not supportive of her decision to start a family because it interfered with her plans. This I don't understand. How can someone else's dreams and desires interfere with another's life plans? Shouldn't you support your best friend? I just don't understand this. And with an issue when you're struggling you seek support where ever you can find it, and I would assume my best friend would have my back and be there to rely on, to vent to. But she doesn't even want to hear about it. So my friend has turned to others to find support where she can. It just seems like an unnecessary stress to add onto the plate and a wedge in friendship. (I know this is not my issue it's just something I find to be strange).
On a happy note (and this is where I will end this post) my very close friend T is going to be having her second baby in April. She and I also went to the same fertility specialist with both our kids. As well as the same Baby doctor. I am so very excited to be pregnant at the same time as her and our seconds will be only a few months apart. (Our firsts are a year apart and they get along so well and we love it!)
Until next time,
Michelle
Being on the other side of it is a totally different story. When you get that positive test I felt almost numb, shocked, and I didn't believe it. Another feeling that came with it surprised me. Guilt. I felt so guilty for being able to graduate the infertility issue, but what about my friends? I wanted them all to "graduate". I felt guilty because why did I get pregnant and that girl that has been waiting for 5 years still not get her prayer answered.
This time around is no different. If anything the guilt is stronger. I am pregnant again. We have our second baby on the way when some of my friends are still waiting for their first. My heart breaks for them as I know and understand the frustrations and the feelings of injustice that come with infertility. Why can that teenage girl who doesn't want to get pregnant be blessed, but the woman who is ready and wanting a baby have to struggle. It doesn't make any sense. And the more you try to make sense of it the more it doesn't.
I have someone close to me that has been trying to get pregnant for years, and as B and I were waiting in the waiting room for our ultra sound out she walked and let me know that she is expecting her first baby! I am beyond words excited for her! We had been seeing the same fertility doctor since before I got pregnant with Kiwi. I didn't have the heart to tell her that we too were expecting. I wanted to revel in her joy and excitement!
It's so weird. I remember having such judgmental thoughts in my early 20's when I would watch the Baby Story on T.V. when the women would say they had to do fertility treatment. I use to think, they just need to relax, and not stress about it and it will happen. I was so naive and so ignorant. I feel guilty about having those thoughts and I hope and pray I never said anything insensitive to someone struggling.
Another emotion that comes with infertility is anger. I don't do well with anger. I don't know how to let it out. I tend to bottle it up or ignore it. It's easier to deal with it if I don't acknowledge it. However it does show it's ugly face now and then. I don't know why but when someone announces their pregnancy and says they weren't even trying, it strikes up anger in me. I know the expected reaction is to be happy but I honestly have to say my first reaction is anger/jealousy and it is not fun. I don't want that to be my first reaction. B helps me put it in check right away. I tend to withdrawal for a bit just to get myself to a place of happiness for them. I should rephrase that, it's not that I'm not happy for them, because I really am. I just feel the unjust for those who have been waiting and trying so hard. Does this make any sense? Maybe I'm on the crazy train?! I am not elegant with my words or have the ability to clearly voice my feelings.
I have another friend who just told me that she is struggling with getting pregnant and that when she told her best friend she was not supportive of her decision to start a family because it interfered with her plans. This I don't understand. How can someone else's dreams and desires interfere with another's life plans? Shouldn't you support your best friend? I just don't understand this. And with an issue when you're struggling you seek support where ever you can find it, and I would assume my best friend would have my back and be there to rely on, to vent to. But she doesn't even want to hear about it. So my friend has turned to others to find support where she can. It just seems like an unnecessary stress to add onto the plate and a wedge in friendship. (I know this is not my issue it's just something I find to be strange).
On a happy note (and this is where I will end this post) my very close friend T is going to be having her second baby in April. She and I also went to the same fertility specialist with both our kids. As well as the same Baby doctor. I am so very excited to be pregnant at the same time as her and our seconds will be only a few months apart. (Our firsts are a year apart and they get along so well and we love it!)
Until next time,
Michelle
Sunday, February 16, 2014
The emotional rollercoaster, hold on tight!
This pregnancy has been more of an emotional roller coaster than when I was pregnant with Kiwi. I'm serious when I say anything can set off the water works. A commercial, a thought, when I stub my toe. I find it to be so weird because my mind will say this is crazy why are you crying? And my eyes will say shut up, it's time to leak!
The mood swings are very apparent this time around as well. I'm not just crying but getting grumpy over nothing. In my mind I know it's crazy to get upset over something so small, yet I just can't seem to let it go. This makes me feel like I'm losing my mind, or at least my self control. Don't worry, I don't act out on my anger/grumpiness, I just tend to voice it out or put myself in a time out until I can regain control of myself.
I'm also finding myself so much more exhausted this time around. Maybe it's because I have a toddler that I'm running after all day long (not to mention the extra 2 I take in 3 times a week). I find by 8pm I am so ready to go to bed. My eyes start closing on their own and I can't seem to fight it. However, I try because I really want some quiet time, time to unwind. I know sleep seems like the ultimate unwind time, but it some how feels like being robbed of free time if you just sleep it away. Does that make sense? Maybe I'm talking nonsense.
I had a dream last night that I just remembered about just now. I had a dream that I won a year supply of slurpees. It was an amazing dream and I really wish that one would come true. I love slurpees!!!
The mood swings are very apparent this time around as well. I'm not just crying but getting grumpy over nothing. In my mind I know it's crazy to get upset over something so small, yet I just can't seem to let it go. This makes me feel like I'm losing my mind, or at least my self control. Don't worry, I don't act out on my anger/grumpiness, I just tend to voice it out or put myself in a time out until I can regain control of myself.
I'm also finding myself so much more exhausted this time around. Maybe it's because I have a toddler that I'm running after all day long (not to mention the extra 2 I take in 3 times a week). I find by 8pm I am so ready to go to bed. My eyes start closing on their own and I can't seem to fight it. However, I try because I really want some quiet time, time to unwind. I know sleep seems like the ultimate unwind time, but it some how feels like being robbed of free time if you just sleep it away. Does that make sense? Maybe I'm talking nonsense.
I had a dream last night that I just remembered about just now. I had a dream that I won a year supply of slurpees. It was an amazing dream and I really wish that one would come true. I love slurpees!!!
Friday, February 14, 2014
A little Christmas Cheer 2 months later
Hello. This post is being written in December but most likely won't be posted until February. So if it sounds outdated that is why.
Two Monday's ago (Dec 9) I had a massage appointment booked. I always take a pregnancy test before I go just in case because if I am she isn't suppose to go as deep in my lower back. Anyways, I took one not expecting anything to be there because well we just didn't put too much energy into trying this month because of a vacation we were on. I came back at the 4 minute mark and there it was, a second line. I was shocked. I didn't even react. I just stood there and stared at it and then figured that it was my eyes playing tricks on me, or because it was so light it was an evaporation line or something. I tried to explain it away not allowing myself to get my hopes up. So I did what any normal person would do. I took another test. Again a second line showed up. Still not allowing myself to believe what I was seeing I called my specialist who set up a blood test for that afternoon. I went to my massage appointment and told her "There's a possibility I might be pregnant". She was so happy for me, I still in shock said, it's not for sure yet.
The next day I got the call from the specialists office and they told me that in fact I have the pregnancy hormone in my body but would like to do another blood test in a few days to make sure the number is going up because at this point the number is really low. She said it could be because I was very very early along. So on Thursday I went for a blood test as soon as they opened so I could get the results that afternoon. When the nurse called she said that they like to see the number reach between a 60-100 by that time and that my number had reached 141. So things were on track but they still wanted to recheck it on Monday. So again, first thing Monday morning I went and got my blood drawn (I seriously had a bruise on my elbow from where I kept getting poked) and that afternoon they still hadn't called. So I called them, I was just so curious if everything was progressing, if everything is real? There was no answer so I left a message. After 3:30 went by and they hadn't called back yet I chalked it up to having to wait until Tuesday to find out (they close at 3:30). At 4 the phone rang. It was them. When I answered the phone the nurse told me that everything was looking great and that my number was now in the 800's so we could go ahead and book an ultrasound. Woot!! So we booked it for Jan 6 at 9am. I can hardly wait. It would have been scheduled for next week but because of the holiday season they are closed so I will have to wait a little longer.
I was still shocked that it was real. How is it that you pray pray pray pray for something and wish for it with all your might and then it happens and you just can't believe it! On the Friday of B's work party we dropped Kiwi off at B's parents' house. When we returned to pick him up he was sleeping and B's mom was talking to B's dad on FaceTime. We had discussed in the car that we would tell them only if B's dad was already talking to B's mom when we got there because we wanted to tell them together. When we walked in and saw that they in fact were talking to each other we had the green light to tell them. Brenton explained to them that part of their Christmas present was going to be delayed and wouldn't arrive until August. B's dad got it right away. It was funny to watch B's mom work it out and then she looked at me and asked, "really?" and I nodded and she jumped up and gave us both a hug.
A few days later I was talking to my mom on the phone and she flat out asked me if I was. I told her we were still in the waiting process (this was happening during all the blood test fiasco so I wasn't ready to tell anyone yet until I got the green light from the nurse). So I called her after dinner one evening and I asked Kiwi to say a few words that he had learned. "Mama, Baby, Tummy". My mom asked, "Are you trying to tell me something Kiwi" (expect she used his name not Kiwi) and I told her yes he is. She was very happy and excited and said, "I just knew it!" (Which I've never understood why people say that, it's kind of weird).
A couple days, after that I was talking to my sister. Ok I talk to her almost daily but this particular time B was home while I was talking to her and that's what I was waiting for. We were talking about how they might be coming to visit us in August and then she and B were bantering about her kids and where they're going to say. Then B said, "Well I don't know if we're able to take care of 4 kids at that time". My sister was like, 4 kids??? And you could see her counting out who all there was and she was like, who's the 4th kid?? We waited and then it clicked. It was so much fun to watch her reaction. Her hubby said something along the lines on how he got it right away and she was like, "you knew already? How long have you known? And he replied "I just found out at the same time you did, I just got it faster" Anyways we all had a good laugh and my niece immediately asked me if it was a boy or a girl. Which of course I didn't have an answer to.
At this point we have yet to tell my brother and any of B's siblings. We will most likely tell them on Christmas and boxing day. I am so very happy and excited and I pray that this baby sticks and grows healthy and strong. I so badly want to be able to give Kiwi the gift of a sibling!
We told B's brother T and his wife on Skype on Christmas eve. They were unfortunately not able to make the trip out due to medical issues so we wanted to tell them. I can't remember exactly how B told them but he tried to sneak the info into the conversation. They said they had a sense that they would be getting this news from us.
The next day B and I arrived late for Christmas dinner. When we arrived it was basically time to sit down and so we took Kiwi's sweater off. Under his sweater he was wearing a onesie that said, "Big Brother (in training)" At first nobody noticed it. Then one of B's brothers asked, "Is that a new shirt?" and we said "yep" and he asked, "is it true?" and we said, "yep" and he said, "cool" and then time went on a little bit more before the others caught on and once the girls noticed than the cheering and hugs started. It was a fun and happy moment!
The following day was Christmas with my side of the family. When B was praying for the meal he said, "and let all 8 of us have a wonderful evening celebrating". After he was finished my dad started counting. He was confused as he was only counting 7. I recounted the number of people at the table and said, I count 8. My dad was like, are you trying to tell us something? And I was like, "yep" and he smiled. My sister in law was confused as to why were counting people at the table in the first place. We explained to her what had just happened and then she was like, oh my! haha. It was funny. Again it was said that the news was almost anticipated and expected.
This just confuses me, how could everyone know it was coming when I didn't think it was? I seriously thought that November was a month not worth counting and considered a wasted month. What do I know?!
Two Monday's ago (Dec 9) I had a massage appointment booked. I always take a pregnancy test before I go just in case because if I am she isn't suppose to go as deep in my lower back. Anyways, I took one not expecting anything to be there because well we just didn't put too much energy into trying this month because of a vacation we were on. I came back at the 4 minute mark and there it was, a second line. I was shocked. I didn't even react. I just stood there and stared at it and then figured that it was my eyes playing tricks on me, or because it was so light it was an evaporation line or something. I tried to explain it away not allowing myself to get my hopes up. So I did what any normal person would do. I took another test. Again a second line showed up. Still not allowing myself to believe what I was seeing I called my specialist who set up a blood test for that afternoon. I went to my massage appointment and told her "There's a possibility I might be pregnant". She was so happy for me, I still in shock said, it's not for sure yet.
The next day I got the call from the specialists office and they told me that in fact I have the pregnancy hormone in my body but would like to do another blood test in a few days to make sure the number is going up because at this point the number is really low. She said it could be because I was very very early along. So on Thursday I went for a blood test as soon as they opened so I could get the results that afternoon. When the nurse called she said that they like to see the number reach between a 60-100 by that time and that my number had reached 141. So things were on track but they still wanted to recheck it on Monday. So again, first thing Monday morning I went and got my blood drawn (I seriously had a bruise on my elbow from where I kept getting poked) and that afternoon they still hadn't called. So I called them, I was just so curious if everything was progressing, if everything is real? There was no answer so I left a message. After 3:30 went by and they hadn't called back yet I chalked it up to having to wait until Tuesday to find out (they close at 3:30). At 4 the phone rang. It was them. When I answered the phone the nurse told me that everything was looking great and that my number was now in the 800's so we could go ahead and book an ultrasound. Woot!! So we booked it for Jan 6 at 9am. I can hardly wait. It would have been scheduled for next week but because of the holiday season they are closed so I will have to wait a little longer.
I was still shocked that it was real. How is it that you pray pray pray pray for something and wish for it with all your might and then it happens and you just can't believe it! On the Friday of B's work party we dropped Kiwi off at B's parents' house. When we returned to pick him up he was sleeping and B's mom was talking to B's dad on FaceTime. We had discussed in the car that we would tell them only if B's dad was already talking to B's mom when we got there because we wanted to tell them together. When we walked in and saw that they in fact were talking to each other we had the green light to tell them. Brenton explained to them that part of their Christmas present was going to be delayed and wouldn't arrive until August. B's dad got it right away. It was funny to watch B's mom work it out and then she looked at me and asked, "really?" and I nodded and she jumped up and gave us both a hug.
A few days later I was talking to my mom on the phone and she flat out asked me if I was. I told her we were still in the waiting process (this was happening during all the blood test fiasco so I wasn't ready to tell anyone yet until I got the green light from the nurse). So I called her after dinner one evening and I asked Kiwi to say a few words that he had learned. "Mama, Baby, Tummy". My mom asked, "Are you trying to tell me something Kiwi" (expect she used his name not Kiwi) and I told her yes he is. She was very happy and excited and said, "I just knew it!" (Which I've never understood why people say that, it's kind of weird).
A couple days, after that I was talking to my sister. Ok I talk to her almost daily but this particular time B was home while I was talking to her and that's what I was waiting for. We were talking about how they might be coming to visit us in August and then she and B were bantering about her kids and where they're going to say. Then B said, "Well I don't know if we're able to take care of 4 kids at that time". My sister was like, 4 kids??? And you could see her counting out who all there was and she was like, who's the 4th kid?? We waited and then it clicked. It was so much fun to watch her reaction. Her hubby said something along the lines on how he got it right away and she was like, "you knew already? How long have you known? And he replied "I just found out at the same time you did, I just got it faster" Anyways we all had a good laugh and my niece immediately asked me if it was a boy or a girl. Which of course I didn't have an answer to.
At this point we have yet to tell my brother and any of B's siblings. We will most likely tell them on Christmas and boxing day. I am so very happy and excited and I pray that this baby sticks and grows healthy and strong. I so badly want to be able to give Kiwi the gift of a sibling!
We told B's brother T and his wife on Skype on Christmas eve. They were unfortunately not able to make the trip out due to medical issues so we wanted to tell them. I can't remember exactly how B told them but he tried to sneak the info into the conversation. They said they had a sense that they would be getting this news from us.
The next day B and I arrived late for Christmas dinner. When we arrived it was basically time to sit down and so we took Kiwi's sweater off. Under his sweater he was wearing a onesie that said, "Big Brother (in training)" At first nobody noticed it. Then one of B's brothers asked, "Is that a new shirt?" and we said "yep" and he asked, "is it true?" and we said, "yep" and he said, "cool" and then time went on a little bit more before the others caught on and once the girls noticed than the cheering and hugs started. It was a fun and happy moment!
The following day was Christmas with my side of the family. When B was praying for the meal he said, "and let all 8 of us have a wonderful evening celebrating". After he was finished my dad started counting. He was confused as he was only counting 7. I recounted the number of people at the table and said, I count 8. My dad was like, are you trying to tell us something? And I was like, "yep" and he smiled. My sister in law was confused as to why were counting people at the table in the first place. We explained to her what had just happened and then she was like, oh my! haha. It was funny. Again it was said that the news was almost anticipated and expected.
This just confuses me, how could everyone know it was coming when I didn't think it was? I seriously thought that November was a month not worth counting and considered a wasted month. What do I know?!
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