I mean, generally speaking, we know how this happens.
We don’t actually really know how this happened.
My best guess is it involved crazy early ovulation & sperm that set up camp in my uterus.
So let that be the answer to “Was it planned?”
Other answers to questions we’ll be asked:
Due Dec. 16th, I’m 8ish weeks along.
Yes, we are finding out the sex asap this time.
There is only one!
I feel like I’ve been stuck on a ship for 2 weeks, but no puking. Yet.
I was two weeks late before I even thought to check my Instagram to jog my memory as to when my last period was. (I do not IG pictures of my period, but I did IG the hell out of my trip to the White House, and when you’re on your period at the White House, you remember that ish.) (Also, yes. That’s my method of keeping track of my period so really I don’t know why it’s not fail proof.)
This is seriously never happening again. My vasectomy campaign is in full swing.
But we’re excited.
I’m way more excited then I was when I told Scott. Via text. While he was at a work conference in Idaho.
Hashtag: fourth baby.