Here!

So here I am 37 and unexpectedly pregnant with our third child.  I only ever wanted two children and we have a boy 6 and a girl 3 who are my world.  Sure over the past few years I have gotten cluckier and cluckier but if I let my, what a teacher of mine once called, "enviable good sense" take over I knew that it probably wasn't a good idea. Not just the three bedroom home that we built and love and never want to leave, or the small car that will just fit a family of four, my babies were nightmares.  Don't get me wrong, I love them and loved them then too, with all my life.  That is probably why it was so hard when they would scream in pain for up to 18 hours a day.  I ended up in hospital when my son was 6 months old with pneumonia because I had not been looking after myself while trying to cope with the demands of a baby that never slept.  My daughter ended up in A&E at 6 days old because she was vomiting blood from over feeding and then in hospital at 6 weeks old because she would scream constantly.  They both have a problem with their bowels that it seems runs in my family and explains my history of irritable bowel, reflux and heartburn.  Not to mention we are just getting to the point where our children are becoming more independent and life is getting that little bit easier. My husband certainly didn't want a third child.  And despite what a lot of people might think we were using contraception.  However as my GP laughingly told me NOTHING is ever 100% effective.  I guess the proof is in my morning sickness.  Despite all of this and how this has thrown our little world into turmoil I can't help but be happy.  A baby is a blessing and I can't help but feel blessed.  I know my husband who was very firm on never wanting any more children can't seem to wipe the grin off his face and our children are pretty happy to be getting another sibling too.  Now just to survive this pregnancy and sort out the practicalities :-)