We hadn't been trying, but we weren't preventing. If it happened then so be it. We'd be happy if it happened but not stressed out if it didn't. I wasn't too sure how happy we'd be......I soon found out.
Stacy took a couple pregnancy tests early on. She took one in December, her first month after getting off birth control. We weren't expecting to get pregnant yet. Chances were minimal. Results were negative. Kinda bummed us out a little but not too bad. It could be worse. Getting pregnant isn't as easy as it seems. The stars have to align just so. And even then the percentages get smaller when you factor in about a thousand other things that can throw everything off. So one month of not really trying but not preventing (which everyone knows to mean that you're trying.....not fooling anyone) was no big deal. Chalk it up to a fun month!
But the next month was a little different. We had a feeling. Stacy couldn't wait to take a test. I was on my way to the Blues game with my buddies when I got the call. "Hey baby. What's up?" "Nothing." "You ok?" "Yep!" "No freaking way!!!!" "Yep!!!" That's pretty much how I heard I was going to be a dad. Awesome. Driving down highway 40 with my hair on fire. Tears streaming down my face. My foot slammed against the gas pedal which was now becoming a permanent fixture on the floor. Holy shit......we did it. It worked. Now....settle down. You have to play it cool for a while. You don't want to give it away. You don't want to overlook the game you were going to see with your buddies. Turn it off. You'll kiss her when you get home.....most likely drunk (yep).
From then on things started happening really fast. We told people a few weeks later. Started planning seriously for the baby to come. Painting, buying furniture, babyproofing the house, etc. Shit was getting weird. Stacy was getting big. And then all of a sudden it was time. Watching soccer downstairs with my Schmoop and it was cut short. Get to the hospital and sure as hell....we were having a baby. A few hours went by, a few more, and then after midnight Avery Kate was born. And the first thing she did.......dominated the nurse. She wouldn't cry. She was content to just lay there. Babies have to cry to get all that crap out of their throat/lungs. The nurse tried pinching her feet and hands. Nothing. She flicked her feet.....hard. Hard enough to make me want to punch the nurse. Not my Lil Penny though. She just stared right at the nurse and I swear she mouthed "Eff You!" I swear. I know it. Stared ahead. The nurse finally just had to freeze her out by making her cold. Still wanted to punch that freaking nurse.
Now my Lil Penny is 2 and she's going to be a big sister. How the hell are we going to deal with that?!?!? It's getting to be about time for potty training....not cool. Stacy has been sick as hell.....not cool. Avery is becoming more and more 2......not cool. But I get to paint again, buy furniture, and maintain the babyproofing. It's happening. And when I'm sitting there with my daughter, watching Bubble Guppies or some other terrible show she loves, and my wife tells me it's time.....oh man......it's going to be so much freaking fun!!!
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