Growing up, I always knew that I wanted to have a family. A big family even. It wasn't until I was graduating from high school that I realized how important it was to me. I wanted to be a stay at home mom if at all possible and spend the bulk of my life helping them become amazing people. Luckily I married an amazing man who wanted the same thing. We waited all of a year before trying to have children. We read about how to track my cycle, what we should do and we got pregnant the first month. We thought, wow, now we know getting pregnant will be easy for us.
In addition, women, you can all hate me. I had the world's easiest pregnancy. I didn't get sick, queasy, or even have a cold my entire pregnancy. I felt really good. I gained a normal amount of weight, my baby was growing perfectly, he starting kicking when he should, he was good about letting other people feel him kicking. Even when we got to the end of the pregnancy, I felt good. I kept thinking, what are these women complaining about? I'm 39 weeks pregnant and it's almost as if there's nothing different about my routine except that I'm fat now. I took maternity leave a week before my due date for fear that I might go into labor in front of 40 junior high students. I was bored out of my mind. I even went into the backyard and power sanded my mom's bathroom cabinets she was resurfacing. Maybe not my brightest idea but seriously I was bored and not the least bit uncomfortable.
My doctor induced labor 6 days after my due date late into the evening. When the nurses hooked me up to the monitor, she even said "that was a decent sized one, how you doing?" to which I replied "one what?" Apparently I had a contraction. I thought he was just doing backflips.
The next day shortly after noon, Daniel was born. Perfect. Easy. Amazing. He was the picture of health. To this day, he is an easy kid.
So you can understand that when my husband and I planned on more kids, we never expected what would happen next.
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