It was so painfully obvious to my husband what was really going on. But I rationalized every feeling I was having under the sun. With my cycles being irregular, I didn't even think twice when it had been two months since my "Auntie" came for a visit. And I even ignored the obvious ones that should have been major red flags.

First there was the customary "consuming of the McDonalds Sausage, Egg and Cheese McGriddle."

Then there was the "I'm just going to fall asleep on the couch at 7:30 PM while my children run around screaming."

Oh, and the "I'm not really feeling up to playing tennis tonight. Next week?"

And not to forget the "I'm sooooooo hungry, I think I'll eat an entire Pizza to myself."

Seriously! The only time I ever do ANY of that is when I've got a bun in the oven. But with my social and work calendar jam packed from Mid-November all the way up until two weeks ago, I just assumed that stress, traveling, and just plain being busy were all factors in how I was feeling.

Then I woke up one morning dry heaving. I just assumed I was getting sick because of all of my business travel. But no... it was something different. My husband insisted that I take a pregnancy test, so I sheepishly went in to CVS Pharmacy to purchase whatever was cheapest just to say I took it. I kept thinking to myself, "This test is going to be negative, and a complete waste of time and money. My husband is nuts."

Boy was I wrong. I took the test and it was instantaneously positive. What in the heck? I'm not pregnant! I can't be pregnant! How did this happen?

Well, it turns out I'm more than just a little pregnant. I'm a lot pregnant. As of the ultrasound today I'm 11 1/2 weeks pregnant. My due date is officially September 1st, and I'll most likely have the baby around August 20th because I'm really not in the mood to experience a shoulder dystocia again. All I keep thinking about is how I basically have a few months LESS to deal with all of this than the average pregnant women has when she finds out "the news."

I'm having a THIRD baby in 6 months.

Oh, and it gets better. In December I donated all of the baby stuff that I was unable to sell. I was tired of having it hang around in my garage and all of my closets, and I just wanted to rid myself of all of the extra stuff. We were not planning on having another baby, at least not for a few more years if at all. And now, SURPRISE! We're having number three! Both of our cars are too small for three car seats, and we no longer have any of the expensive baby gear that we'll need. I think the only pricey item I managed to keep was the Arms Reach Co-Sleeper. Breast pump is dead, no longer have an infant car seat, the list goes on...

My husband tells me that we'll be taking two cars EVERYWHERE for the next few years, rather than sell one of our current cars and purchase a larger pre-owned vehicle. Something tells me that this won't work out so well. He is under the assumption that I'm going to be house bound 24/7, but apparently he's forgotten that our other children go to Daycare, Hayden will be starting school, and that I have this thing called a job. I'm wondering when Kyler will wake up to the fact that logistically it's impossible to take two cars every time we need to leave the house, and that we can't just strap Hayden to the roof rack and give him the ride of his life.

For now, I'm just trying to think about all of the business travel I'm supposed to do over the next few months. And the incredibly busy year the company is going to have for the first time in a long time. Time to switch gears and work things out. I have a feeling that in the end this baby is going to be the best thing that ever happened to us (next to our other two children), and that there will be a sense of completion to our unit. I'm just trying to get myself in to that mindset...