There is NO CERTAINTY in LIFE.
I love to make plans. I function well on a program. I genuinely dislike surprises. I am a planner. So is N.
We thought we had it ALL figured out. Until last Friday. When this happened:
No…I can’t be pregnant…this can’t be right. After all I had been promoting my choice of contraceptive method, the IUD (spiral), to all my mommy friends for the last few years. After tying your tubes it is supposed to be the most effective non hormonal contraceptive method. The failure rate lays very low, at around 0,8%.
LIFE IS WHAT HAPPENS WHILE YOU ARE BUSY MAKING OTHER PLANS, right?
Let me take things from the beginning.
I wanted to get married and have lots of children. When I was 6. Somehow I was convinced that prince charming would eventually come and rescue me (from what I am not sure to this day) and we would live happily ever after.
Some 20+ years and two children later we were slowly getting our LIVES BACK on track. We felt blessed to have two healthy children and happy that the baby years were over. We flirted with the idea of an addition to the family but we ruled it out for all the logical reasons in the world (financial situation, mental state of mother etc). Family planning was complete and we were OK with it.
After a week of turmoil and numerous possible catastrophic scenarios, we opted for the unthinkable. We decided to keep it.
BREATHE IN – BREATHE OUT.
Until next time