They say good things come in small packages and you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. They also say that you can’t get pregnant while breast feeding and it’s hard to get pregnant when your over 35. Now I agree with the first 2 but those last 2 ideas are a load of codswallop. Turns out that farting in bed is likely to get your missus pregnant if she isn’t holding a coin between her knees (old fashioned but surprisingly effective method of contraception).
Funny story. Near the end of my work Christmas do I pick up my cell phone and there are like 7 missed calls and 3 new messages, I think gosh (or a word with the same number of letters, but spelt differently, and rhymes with “puck”), something must be wrong. So I check my messages and they are all from Fe and go something like this:
- (happy friendly tone) “Hi honey, just wondering how the parties going and if you know what time you’ll be home. Give me a call.”
- (matter of fact tone) “Hi, whats going on, are you coming home after the party or going into town. Can you call me”
- (slightly stressed tone) “Umm whats going on? Where are you? You need to give me a …“ (long pause followed by very stressed tone) ”… [insert favourite expletive here] … Get home now! Its urgent!”
So anyway I call and Fe just tells me I need to get home right away, its urgent. Me thinking someones been hit by a bus has to know whats going on. So she tells me she thought she might be pregnant so took a test. The last message she left was as she walked back into the bathroom to check it and saw the little blue line, hence the pause and animated close.
This is all quite funny as while she was leaving that message I was telling one of the girls from work that we hadn’t decided if we were going to have more kids and would probably wait a little while, two is certainly enough of a handful. Little did I know what was going on in my cell phone…
Don’t get me wrong, we’re absolutely stoked that we’re having another sproglet. To be fair the idea of having 3 kids has taken a little bit of getting used to, and we didn’t want to give it too much thought until the 12 week scan, but its all good.
We had the scan yesterday. It was a bit of a drama. We had booked in with a specialist as William gave us a bit of a scare in his scan and wanted someone to have a close look at this one, but somehow we got the time wrong and missed the appointment. Fe was sure something was wrong and couldn’t wait until next week to get confirmation, plus she had to let Uni know if she was pulling out of the course or not. So started calling every place in the area to try and get a scan that day, last phone call she made was a good one and we managed to get into see someone at the last minute. All fears were allayed, as soon as the scan thingy was plugged in the little blighter started jumping up and down, letting us all know that he was still there and doing well.
So that’s the big news. Baby number 3 due in August. Beth has told mummy that she has to have a girl so that it can be her best friend. She doesn’t want a boy because boys are yucky, except William, he’s OK. Should be an exciting year!
