To have 3, or not to have 3? That was the question.

Post from FHM Member Laura M.'s blog:   25 Hour Day

Our lives could have been considered complete and full with two children. Allison was old enough that we were getting glimpses of the good life. She and Michael could (in theory and with the promise of an episode of Star Trek or Gilligan's Island) get ready for bed on their own. They could get themselves breakfast while we languidly went back to sleep in the morning (after waking us up at 6:30 AM). They could entertain themselves for long periods of time with relative quiet. We could take them to movies. Restaurants were once again navigable. Things were looking good.

Yet we (I) couldn't seem to get rid of the baby stuff. But we shouldn't press our luck. Yet we both came from families with 3 children. But we weren't getting any younger. Yet we had always talked about having three kids. Should we... shouldn't we... We jokingly said, apparently to many people, that with our luck, we'd probably end up with twins! We didn't notice Jinxman flying overhead, doing his mocking dance when we said this, or else things may have turned out differently.

Jinxman is an imaginary being, with green skin and a cape. He flies overhead and mocks you when you say things like "I'm sure our flights won't be delayed" or "I'm sure the elastic will hold" or "We'd probably have twins if we tried for a third!" He's not inherently evil, just mischievious. And we should have known better, because Jinxman has definitely visited before. Whatever you declare won't happen surely will. Murphy's law. But Jinxman is a mocking, smirking imp, not a black and white rule hanging on the wall of someone's double-wide.

We decided to try for a third, for a limited time only! I actually did my own ultrasound. Turns out this is technically difficult, but even more so when you have stopped breathing because you see two strong little heartbeats, two lovely little sacs. It becomes even more difficult when you try to determine the heartrate with the timer on your phone, which you are using to try and call your husband who is at home with child number one and child number two.

David, I have some good/bad news. The good/bad news is that the heartbeat
looks great. And the other heartbeat looks great too.

Silence. More silence. Followed by hysterical laughter. And then more silence.

Now I say, yes, well, we only planned to have 3 kids, but I couldn't very well leave the 4th one in there, now could I? Jinxman sits back in his lounger, fanning himself with his cape, smirking.

Laura M. 
Mom to Michael (8), Allison (4), Matthew & Julia (16 months)  
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