An Interesting Couple of Days

So....

The family was sitting at the dining room table having dinner the other night and Super Mega Mommy looks at me and says that her tummy is upset and it's really bothering her.  "That's too bad...do you think you ate something to upset it?", said I.  She says to me that she didn't think so, but she just feels REALLY queasy. 

We get back to eating and after about five or ten minutes more minutes, Super Mega Mommy pipes up and announces that she's missed her "thing" this month.  Being a clueless male, I look at her with the look like "Missed what?  CSI?".  She looks at me with a mix of horror and pity and says "NO, I missed my MONTHLY THING.".  I have to think for a few minutes and I realize what "thing" she is finally talking about.  "OH!" says I.  "That's OK, they come and go, right?  Not like they follow any type of set schedule or anything?", I say which as much hope in my voice as I can muster. "No, I'm pretty consistant."

So, at this point in time, time comes to a stand still.  Many emotions go through my head.  It takes a few seconds to tie queasy feeling together with missed "Thing", but then it hits me what that could possibly mean.  Logic grabs hold at last however, as I realize that it's IMPOSSIBLE for Super Mega Mommy to be this way since she got all tied up when Princess K was born.  Not to mention, we're too old.  I'm 38.  Super Mega Mommy is, well, she's not 18. (but you LOOK 18, honey!)

We share looks of complete and utter shock as well as OH CRAP looks.  We decide it would probably be a good idea to get a pregnancy test the very next day, just to be sure.  It couldn't hurt just to rule it out.

And so, the next day (yesterday), Super Mega Mommy stays home because the queasy feeling is really bad.  She sleeps in a little, but gets up around ten thirty to head off to the store.  She gets back and heads straight to the bathroom and emerges after about five minutes with "The Wand".  She shows me the wand, with the plus sign as bright as day.  There is no mistaking the sign, we are now PREGNANT.

We talk about the near impossibility of the situation, especially considering that her tubes WERE tied, plus us being on the farther side of 30.  I mean come on, my cousin is the same age as me and HER kids are near graduating HIGH SCHOOL.  Shouldn't we be thinking about grand kids instead of having MORE kids?  Granted, we started late in life with the two kids we DO have, but we just got through potty training Princess K and now you're telling me that we need to go through all of that AGAIN.  ARGHHH!

So, there it is.  We're PREGNANT with child number three.

Super Mega Mommy and myself have calmed down a little and we're both excited about the prospect.  The kids, of course, are excited.  Super Michael wants a boy, Princess K wants a girl.

Now we need to find a baby doctor and go through all of that baby stuff again after we thought we were all through with it.  And we just got done giving away or selling most of our baby stuff!

So, next time someone tells you that you can't get pregnant after having your tubes tied, or can't get pregnant past 40, you can say you know someone that has!

And I've been reading Otter, or some of the other new dads for awhile and remembering what it was like to be a fairly new dad with a little baby and thinking to myself, man, I'm glad my kids can poop on their own now and sleep longer then five hours at night.  Now I'm going to be reading a LOT more new dad blogs to remember what I need to do!

Stay tune for THIS exciting adventure!

And I still owe everybody a Comic-Con recap and I have a book review coming up at some point after I get a chance to finish actually reading the book and putting some of the concepts in action (hint, it's a book to try and help family dynamics...no more fighting kids!!!)

So, remember to come back to the same bat channel, same bat time!