I can't tell you how many times I heard this shortly after my daughter was born. I had two kids, a boy and a girl, so that had to be it right?
For a little bit I thought maybe it was; with a high strung two-year-old and a newborn everything seemed overwhelming. But with time and patience, I began to know, that no we were not done with just two.
We decided that there was another baby that was supposed to be part of our family. Seven months of trying and ups and downs, and finally the exciting news that our family of four would soon be five. My pregnancy felt pretty routine, the unfortunate Sciatic nerve pain I first experienced with Alex returned along with a major hernia. The vein in my leg near my groin bulged out over a inch at times. Thankfully my other two were a little older this time around, as I was not able to lift anything heavy.
We realized with a July due date our usual trip to Utah would have to be changed, instead opting for a trip in May. Lucas would miss a week of preschool but he would be back in time for preschool graduation.
The trip began normal, about halfway through the trip I felt the baby shift, it made me waddle even more. We went to the Jordan River Temple, and right in the middle of a session, my water broke.
This video tells that story a little more
|At Preschool Graduation last year|