We were over the moon with Adam in our lives. Everything finally felt complete. Which is why I was a little nervous about the impending birth of our fourth child.
To take my mind off my fears I redecorated our lower level. We never really used this space and I thought it would make a great play area for Adam and I.
However, I couldn’t help but feel terrible every time I went in to get Adam out of bed. We adopted him because we couldn’t get pregnant. We wanted to give him an amazing life. He was our missing puzzle piece.
Garrett and I had thrown caution to the wind for years just figuring that there was no way I was going to get pregnant again. Then after 15 years and one beautiful adopted son…I’m pregnant. I felt horribly guilty.
I was determined to spend as much time with Adam as I could before the new baby arrived. I kept telling myself that he would love me even if he had to share my attention with a new baby. I promised myself that I had enough love and energy for all of my children.
Garrett was great! He really understood my fears and stepped up to the plate. He did all the icky parenting parts like potty training. He also really helped out with the house chores.
We both were over the moon about this pregnancy. We were a little afraid of it, too. Both of us worried that I could lose the baby. It had taken us to long to get this far. Garrett made sure I had lots of rest time so that I could grow us a healthy baby.
There was one point in the pregnancy when I realized that I might be resting a bit too much.
I am the chef in our family. There is no disputing that fact. I got it from my mom. Well, I was busy eating cookies morning, noon, and night. It’s what the Little Nugget wanted! Don’t judge!
I cooked other things for everyone, too. The issue started when Garrett insisted that I rest more.
Men don’t always think about ALL the places that need to be cleaned. The refrigerator is one of these places Garrett didn’t think about.
Luckily I was done with my morning sickness at this point. I spent an entire week cleaning up after everyone. My husband was more of a baby than the girls!
I did feel bad for them though. They missed a whole week of school due to food poisoning and then another week due to snow days.
“LIV GET OUT! IT’S MY TURN TO PUKE!”
“FIND YOUR OWN TOILET! THIS BATHROOM IS MINE!”
After the food-borne plague left our house and everyone went back to school I realized two things.
1. Thank goodness little Adam isn’t eating solids yet.
2. Garrett is off cleaning duty for the rest of his life.