JP: Mom is 26... No, 27!!!
Me: Yup. I turned 27.
JP: And... You're pregnant!
Me: Uh... No I'm not.
JP: Yes you are!
Me: No, I'm pretty sure I'm not... (although I suppose I should take one of my many pregnancy tests before they expire, just to be sure?)
JP: Yes! You are! You're lying!!!
Me: No, I'm not lying!
JP: Your tummy is getting bigger! There's a baby in it!
So much for losing that baby weight...
But he kept insisting that I'm pregnant, so I told him I'd take a pregnancy test.
First test: Inconclusive (then I realized that it was one that I'm pretty sure came in a 2-pack back when we found out we were pregnant with Cecilia 3 years ago...)
Second test: Negative!
And despite my earlier feelings that I wanted to hopefully wait as long as possible before we have the next baby, Andrew and I are somehow feeling more and more open to closer spacing than we had hoped for. Maybe because the babies are easier than John Paul and Cecilia were, maybe because they're not mobile yet so we don't realize how crazy everything's going to get, and definitely because God is opening our hearts to a larger family sooner than we had planned.
After all, we've had 1-under-1 (duh), 2-under-2 (twice so far), 3-under-2 (for the first 2.5 months of the twins' lives), 3-under-3 (currently), and 4-under-4 (currently). I don't think we'll *try* for 5-under-5 (we'd have to get pregnant by the end of October this year), but I think we'd both get a kick out of keeping the trend alive!
So while I still *hope* that we don't get pregnant any time soon, I think I'm at the point where if we found out that somehow we were, it wouldn't feel like the end of the world.
As long as we don't find out we're having twins again... Not that I don't love them, but 2 sets in a row? I'd really rather not :P
Yes, it gets crazy around here... And somehow we're willing to add more crazy to the mix!