Some time after Kadence was born, Bobby and I decided we were going to have another baby. It was called the 5-year plan. We would have a baby by the time Kady would be 4 yrs of age and entering pre-school. So we figure conception marathon should start January 2008. We thought back base on the fact that it took us almost 6 mths to conceive Kady, by the time I conceived and delivered, Kady would be 4 yrs old. Wham, bam, 5-year plan! When January came; we were not ready! Our house was still under construction, we worked at home then went home and worked on our house. So I told Bobby, we should put the 5-year plan on the stand:( At least until we moved into our new home. We moved into our new home on mother’s day, May something?? I told Bobby, okay, 5-year plan off the stand. It was baby making time! Now not that I want to put our love life to shame but to be exact on my conception date, we only had sex four times in May. Okay! So we had a stressful month with deadlines and moving and all. Anyways, we had sex, I mean we made love May 9th, then Aunt Flo came to visit. After she left, we resumed baby making session on the 23rd, then on the 30th and again on June 6th. After that weekend of the 6th, I woke up Sunday morning, little hungover, worked around the house and around noon, I eyeballed my husband cracking open an ice cold Budlight Lime. Dam, it looked good. So when he turned his back, I wondered over and took a nice big swug. It was no more than five minutes that I lost my breakfast, last night’s dinner, and what felt like my whole innerds. I was like,”What? My body rejecting alcohol??” I shrug it off and went back to work on the house. Later on, my usual ritual consisted of cracking open a cold one and cooking a hot meal. Nope, not that night. I definitely cooked a hot meal but the cold one did not linger long. Dazed, confused, rid of all of my meals. I went to bed exhausted. I woke up Monday and went to work and all day, it felt like I was sailing the seven seas. I was swaying like my boat was in the middle of a perfect storm. I went home, cooked and went to bed without even saying hi to Anheiser. But Tuesday, I felt good. I took the kids to the park. Went fishing. Caught a catfish at a pond where you never were able to catch anything but skinny ole blue gills. But my boat did not dock long. Back at work Wednesday, June 11th, I was at sea again. I figured, since Aunt Flo visits like clockwork, she would make a visit today. But she didn’t………..So on the 12th, I paid a visit to Dr. EPT. At first his revelation stick showed me two single lines in two of the display windows and I thought, okay, no plus sign, I’m not pregnant. Only went I went back in my car to get back to work did I read the directions more precisely. Dang, like a dam battery, two negatives makes a positive. My dumb butt was looking for a plus sign! So sure enough, Dr. EPT said,”Yes you are pregnant!!!”. You might think that I sounded disappointed when I found out I was carrying but don’t get me wrong, I didn’t know I was married to Moby Dick the Sperm Whale. I mean what happened to 6 or 7 months of conception marathon?!?! Long and behold our 5-year plan held up it’s bargain. We have landed and the stork shall deliver around March of 2009. As soon as I had found out, I called Bobby and gave him the news. Of course, he did not believe me. I told him as soon as the baby is born, we’re cutting off his sperm bag. We can truly say, he will be our last child. With Chase, I feel complete contentment. My life, my loves, and my family. Together, we will journey life’s ups and downs. Life and love. Live and Laugh. This is a time period that I will call,”Awaiting Chase”………..March 2009.
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