One thing that might be a little unusual about me (although, far from uncommon), is that I home school and part-time home school some of my children. I'd like to share a bit of that aspect of my life for today's blog.
Way back in the days of dinosaurs, I got my degree at WSU in elementary education. I worked as a substitute teacher for four years before finally getting a job as a second grade teacher. The ironic thing is that I got pregnant that year, so I only got to teach the one year, before 'retiring' to become a stay-at-home mom. The good thing is that I learned a lot about the public school system, with the hands-on, behind-the-scenes opportunity of my teaching. It wasn't a place I wanted my children to spend 6+ hours of their day, every day, for 13 years.
So, my intent was to home school my children. When Arriah was ready for kindergarten, however, I was pregnant with my third child and didn't think I was up to ensuring that her educational needs were being met. My neighbor had a daughter Arriah's age that was going to be starting in a co-op school, which is a public school, but with required parent participation. That sounded like a good compromise to me, so I signed Arriah up.
It did turn out to be a very good thing. Our years at the Marysville Cooperative Educational Program were wonderful. My kids were enrolled with other kids from good families with similar values. There were almost always parents in the room with the teachers, so teachers were more likely to be on their best behavior, being respectful and kind to all their students (although the teachers there were ones I would have trusted with my kids, regardless). And best of all, I was able to play an active role in my kids' education. Until we moved from Marysville, we kept the elementary-aged kids enrolled in MCEP and I was happy with the education they received and my part in their school.
Arriah went to 6th grade at a 'normal' middle school in Marysville. She absolutely hated it! That was the year we were building our home out in Granite Falls, so life was way too crazy and hectic for me to do anything other than to help her endure it. Our home was finished in April of her 6th grade year, so she got to finish the year out here. She liked being the 'new kid' at school and definitely liked Granite Falls Middle School better than the one in Marysville, but she still didn't enjoy it. Mostly, she wasn't comfortable with the lack of morals in the kids surrounding her every day.
And finally, life was stable enough, that I was able to home school Arriah the following year. She home schooled for both 7th and 8th grade, through a program in Monroe called Sky Valley. This program is also through the public school system and supports families that home school their children. Basically, Sky Valley is set up where you are accountable to them in what you teach your children, although they're very flexible in what and how you do it. They offer a wide variety of classes for the students, from math and English, to painting and pottery, to gymnastics and swimming, to weekly field trips, to drama or astronomy, so you can enroll in as few or as many (with limits) classes you want your child to participate in. The rest of their education is up to you, but you're required to write up a monthly summary of what they are taught. I actually like that aspect, because it helped motivates me to stay on track. Arriah spent two days/week at Sky Valley and used the rest of her school time studying at home. It was a great system and worked well for us.
Since we've lived here, all three of the other kids have gone to a 'normal' elementary schools in Granite Falls. Braelen finished out his 3rd grade year, spent all of 4th grade (a horrible situation), and was accepted into the Highly Capable (hi-cap) program for 5th grade. Even though his 4th grade year was terrible, I didn't give him the option to home school, because he was in a very tough stage, making it very challenging for me to motivate him to even do simple things, let alone taking on the full responsibility of his schooling. Luckily, his 5th grade teacher was perfect for him, encouraging him to expand on his creativity in writing and drawing. He also participated in band (saxophone) and learned to play the basics of violin in music class. His self esteem started the rebound process and he has since become a much easier person to live with.
Khasia had a tough 1st grade year. Even though most of it was at MCEP, it was a hard situation there, as well. The poor kids in that class started the year with a substitute for a few weeks (the teacher that was supposed to teach took a different position a few days before the school year started), then had a regular teacher for a few weeks who went on administrative leave in December (due to an unjust accusation). They then had a series of substitutes while waiting to see if their regular teacher would be coming back or not. Finally, in mid-February, a new regular teacher was hired for the remainder of the year (their former teacher was not happy with the politics of it all and quit teaching altogether). And then we moved in April. Unfortunately, she had a teacher in Granite Falls that wasn't good. It was her first year teaching and she didn't seem to have any patience for a new student and did absolutely nothing to help Khasia feel welcome. It just wasn't a very good year. Her second grade teacher, however, was great! And in 3rd grade, Khasia was enrolled in the Hi-Cap program, which was fairly challenging for her, as all of the other 3rd graders had had the same Hi-Cap teacher in 2nd grade. Khasia had quite a hard time 'catching up', especially in math, but she eventually got the hang of it, and it turned out to be a good year.
Shaya wasn't old enough to go to school in Marysville, so her only experience in public school was kindergarten and first grade in Granite Falls. Both of her teachers were great and she learned a lot. Unfortunately, she didn't do so well socially. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but she was picked on a lot and tried to emulate some of the other students by being mean and rude, which led to worse relationships with the other kids. She had a couple of friends that were nice to her, but they often played with their other friends and left Shaya to fend for herself. Shaya did not like school, at all, which is really sad, especially for a first grader.
This year is quite a bit different. I have spent wayyy too much time writing today's blog, however, so I'm going to write about this year's situation in my next post :-)
Monday, January 31, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
The Happiness Project
There's only so much whining about pregnancy I can do without getting boring and monotonous, so I am planning on discussing other things that strike my fancy. Today, for example, I want to talk about this book that I recently finished reading for a book club I belong to.
The book is called, "The Happiness Project" by Gretchen Ruben (her blog is here: http://www.happiness-project.com/ ).This is not the kind of book I normally would pick up off the shelf (at a store or the library), but since it was one of the book club books, I read it. And I am really glad I did!
Gretchen does a great job explaining about why she started the project. No, she wasn't depressed. No, there were no major upheavals or catastrophes or bad things going on in her life. In fact, she had a great husband, two healthy wonderful children, a job she loved, and financial stability. But, she didn't appreciate those things as much as she thought she should. She sometimes felt like life was passing her by and that she could do more to fully appreciate it. So, she got this idea for a Happiness Project; she made goals to become happier and live her life more fully. She wanted to do this while living her normal life, rather than doing anything extreme (like living on a tropical island for a year, for example). Her introduction clicked with me, because that's exactly how I was feeling. I have a great life, tons of blessings, I have everything I would put on a list of 'wishes' if I ever made one (although a bit more money might be nice, haha). But, I still get unhappy about things; I snap at my kids, I complain about various things to my husband, I sometimes feel sorry for myself, although when I try to define why, I'm hard pressed to do so.
Rather than waiting until a bad thing happens in life and we say, "I wish I could go back to then", we should appreciate the 'then' now. Gretchen's book is set up with 12 goals that she tackled, one each month, that helped her focus on the good things and live her life more fully. She explained that she spent months determining which goals were important to her happiness and figuring out what tangible steps she could take to track her progress in each area. She made a daily check-off sheet to help her stay accountable.
I have started my own happiness journal, where I've made notes of things that I could do to improve my life and my appreciation for things I have. I'm still in the planning stages of my project, but there are definite areas I'm planning to focus on.
For now, even before I have my goals figured out, I have benefited from reading the book. My feelings of discontent have been validated (by finding someone else in the same situation), which has diminished them to almost nothing. I feel like I am appreciating the time spent with my children much more than I used to, I'm less cranky and spend less time getting upset over the little things. I'm trying to be more positive, especially in my interactions with others, and focusing less on the negatives in my life (which are few).
I'm very excited for our next book club meeting so we can discuss this book. If you are looking for something new to read, I highly recommend this book to everyone. Even if you're perfectly content with your life, there are things I think you (and everyone) can benefit from.
The book is called, "The Happiness Project" by Gretchen Ruben (her blog is here: http://www.happiness-project.com/ ).This is not the kind of book I normally would pick up off the shelf (at a store or the library), but since it was one of the book club books, I read it. And I am really glad I did!
Gretchen does a great job explaining about why she started the project. No, she wasn't depressed. No, there were no major upheavals or catastrophes or bad things going on in her life. In fact, she had a great husband, two healthy wonderful children, a job she loved, and financial stability. But, she didn't appreciate those things as much as she thought she should. She sometimes felt like life was passing her by and that she could do more to fully appreciate it. So, she got this idea for a Happiness Project; she made goals to become happier and live her life more fully. She wanted to do this while living her normal life, rather than doing anything extreme (like living on a tropical island for a year, for example). Her introduction clicked with me, because that's exactly how I was feeling. I have a great life, tons of blessings, I have everything I would put on a list of 'wishes' if I ever made one (although a bit more money might be nice, haha). But, I still get unhappy about things; I snap at my kids, I complain about various things to my husband, I sometimes feel sorry for myself, although when I try to define why, I'm hard pressed to do so.
Rather than waiting until a bad thing happens in life and we say, "I wish I could go back to then", we should appreciate the 'then' now. Gretchen's book is set up with 12 goals that she tackled, one each month, that helped her focus on the good things and live her life more fully. She explained that she spent months determining which goals were important to her happiness and figuring out what tangible steps she could take to track her progress in each area. She made a daily check-off sheet to help her stay accountable.
I have started my own happiness journal, where I've made notes of things that I could do to improve my life and my appreciation for things I have. I'm still in the planning stages of my project, but there are definite areas I'm planning to focus on.
For now, even before I have my goals figured out, I have benefited from reading the book. My feelings of discontent have been validated (by finding someone else in the same situation), which has diminished them to almost nothing. I feel like I am appreciating the time spent with my children much more than I used to, I'm less cranky and spend less time getting upset over the little things. I'm trying to be more positive, especially in my interactions with others, and focusing less on the negatives in my life (which are few).
I'm very excited for our next book club meeting so we can discuss this book. If you are looking for something new to read, I highly recommend this book to everyone. Even if you're perfectly content with your life, there are things I think you (and everyone) can benefit from.
Monday, January 24, 2011
I Was Wrong, Thankfully!
My intense 'morning sickness' has faded. I have come to the belated realization that I didn't really have morning sickness. Instead, I was having a bad reaction to the passing gallstone. In the past, when a stone was stuck in a duct, I have been in a lot of pain with some nausea. This time, I had intense nausea, with some pain. Being nauseous and pregnant, I just assumed I was having morning sickness. Because it has since faded, however, I have now come to the conclusion that I made a wrong assumption.
That's a good thing! As much as I was trying to keep a positive outlook, I really don't think I could have handled months of that agony. Not to mention the fact that I don't have time to lay in bed all day, every day. My family was very supportive last week, but I have no doubt that the novelty would have worn off soon.
I do have a bit of lingering queasiness, but I am not sure if it's leftover gallstone issues or if this is my actual morning sickness. Robert reminded me that it took more than a week to recover from the last two passings, so I'm not going to decide anything for at least a few days.
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Yesterday, at church, I had several people come up to me and say something such as, "I heard a rumor about you..." I was quick to reply that what they had heard was correct. So, I think most people in the ward now know. Hopefully the next 9 months don't drag on forever and people don't start saying things like, "haven't you had that baby YET?" when I'm only 6 months along :-)
One of my friends is also pregnant, although she's 19 weeks along and is just now telling people. She's also young and very thin with a tiny little belly bump. Her kids are 6, 4, and 2. We are in way different situations, but it will be fun to have someone to commiserate with :-)
That's a good thing! As much as I was trying to keep a positive outlook, I really don't think I could have handled months of that agony. Not to mention the fact that I don't have time to lay in bed all day, every day. My family was very supportive last week, but I have no doubt that the novelty would have worn off soon.
I do have a bit of lingering queasiness, but I am not sure if it's leftover gallstone issues or if this is my actual morning sickness. Robert reminded me that it took more than a week to recover from the last two passings, so I'm not going to decide anything for at least a few days.
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Yesterday, at church, I had several people come up to me and say something such as, "I heard a rumor about you..." I was quick to reply that what they had heard was correct. So, I think most people in the ward now know. Hopefully the next 9 months don't drag on forever and people don't start saying things like, "haven't you had that baby YET?" when I'm only 6 months along :-)
One of my friends is also pregnant, although she's 19 weeks along and is just now telling people. She's also young and very thin with a tiny little belly bump. Her kids are 6, 4, and 2. We are in way different situations, but it will be fun to have someone to commiserate with :-)
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Morning Sickness
Either my morning sickness has started much earlier than it should, or I'm further along than I thought I was. I've been extremely sick for the past two days. My diet has consisted of ginger ale, herbal tea, and soda crackers. I've either been in bed, at the toilet, or for brief periods of feeling okay, sitting at the computer. I've had mild nausea with most of my other pregnancies, although it was a bit worse when I was pregnant with Khasia, but I've never had it this bad before.
Also, I believe I have a gallstone stuck in a duct, because I'm having that pressure pain on my ribcage and breastbone area. I've had gallstone issues since late summer, diagnosed the last week of October, and have since changed my diet to allow me to function without any issues since then (although I had a couple of attacks around Christmas, when I wasn't as strict with my eating habits). I've passed a total of two stones, with this one being the third. It's not a pleasant experience, but hopefully, if I can keep my diet under control, I'm not forming new ones, which theoretically means that eventually my gallstones will all pass and it won't be an issue anymore. For now, though, it's really a pain (pun intended).
The pain medication that I have to help control the attack pain works great, but I won't take it while I'm pregnant. The things I'm doing to help control my nausea (carbonated drinks) are exactly what I shouldn't be having to help with my gallstones. I'm kinda in a catch 22 at the moment. Mostly, I'm just trying to survive and keep a positive attitude.
One of the good things about morning sickness is that it means my body has accepted the baby and is producing the hormones needed for my pregnancy to 'take'. This means that I have a much lower chance of miscarriage now. See, there's good in everything :-)
I've had to tell a few people about being pregnant. I was supposed to give a talk in church on Sunday, but I don't think I'll be up for it. I also may not be up for doing my primary secretary stuff on Sunday, either. So, I had to let the primary president and bishopric counsellor know what's going on. Also, I was asked to be a camp leader this summer, but declined due to not having any idea of what condition I'll be in by July. I cancelled my volunteer hours in Khasia's class tomorrow morning. All these people now know I'm pregnant. Because of that, I've told the kids that they can go ahead and tell people. News will end up leaking out anyway, so might as well let the kids off the hook and let them tell their friends.
Also, I believe I have a gallstone stuck in a duct, because I'm having that pressure pain on my ribcage and breastbone area. I've had gallstone issues since late summer, diagnosed the last week of October, and have since changed my diet to allow me to function without any issues since then (although I had a couple of attacks around Christmas, when I wasn't as strict with my eating habits). I've passed a total of two stones, with this one being the third. It's not a pleasant experience, but hopefully, if I can keep my diet under control, I'm not forming new ones, which theoretically means that eventually my gallstones will all pass and it won't be an issue anymore. For now, though, it's really a pain (pun intended).
The pain medication that I have to help control the attack pain works great, but I won't take it while I'm pregnant. The things I'm doing to help control my nausea (carbonated drinks) are exactly what I shouldn't be having to help with my gallstones. I'm kinda in a catch 22 at the moment. Mostly, I'm just trying to survive and keep a positive attitude.
One of the good things about morning sickness is that it means my body has accepted the baby and is producing the hormones needed for my pregnancy to 'take'. This means that I have a much lower chance of miscarriage now. See, there's good in everything :-)
I've had to tell a few people about being pregnant. I was supposed to give a talk in church on Sunday, but I don't think I'll be up for it. I also may not be up for doing my primary secretary stuff on Sunday, either. So, I had to let the primary president and bishopric counsellor know what's going on. Also, I was asked to be a camp leader this summer, but declined due to not having any idea of what condition I'll be in by July. I cancelled my volunteer hours in Khasia's class tomorrow morning. All these people now know I'm pregnant. Because of that, I've told the kids that they can go ahead and tell people. News will end up leaking out anyway, so might as well let the kids off the hook and let them tell their friends.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Kids' Reaction
I was pretty sure my children would be happy about the news of my pregnancy, but I didn't realize how excited they were going to be.
We decided to tell them at dinner. After a few minutes of chatting about miscellaneous topics, I said, "Dad and I have some news for you." I then said, "You may be having a baby brother or sister in a few months." Khasia said, "Really? Oh, I hope so!". Her reaction made me realize that the way I worded things, it sounded like Dad and I were considering trying to have a baby someday, so I clarified with, "I am pregnant." All four of them were excited and that was the topic for the rest of the meal.
Arriah (14) was very excited, but thought that it would be a bit weird to be 15 and in high school with an infant sibling. "A good weird," she clarified. On Sunday morning, she had told me about her dream that night, of having a baby girl and not knowing how to take care of it. She made the connection at dinner, that maybe she had actually been dreaming about my baby, rather than her having one. She's now pretty sure this baby will be the girl she dreamed about (although she knows it was just a dream and this baby might also be a boy).
Braelen (12) sat there with what looked like a fairly stunned expression for quite a while, although he did express a hope that the baby will be a boy. When I mentioned that the due date was probably mid October, he thought it would be awesome if the baby was born on his birthday (September 29th). I explained that if it is a boy, he'll have to get rid of his queen size bed in order to share his room with the new baby. He's excited about that. Of all our kids, he has always been the most 'into' new babies.
Khasia (9...almost 10) was just excited. She went on and on about how exciting it will be to have a new baby in the family, and wished she could be the one to share a bedroom with "her" (she's insisting it will be a girl). She started making plans for things she'll be able to do with the baby and the fact that she'll be able to babysit "her" in a couple of years. She mostly was just excited and is really hoping for a new sister.
Shaya (7, will be 8 in March) was also excited, but she also started worrying. Her first thought was that she would miss me when I was in the hospital to have the baby. She had quite a few questions, especially later that night after I read her a couple of chapters and started singing to her. She asked if she would still be read and sung to at night, or if she was going to have to fall asleep by herself after the baby is born. I tried to be honest, explaining that we will still read and sing most nights, but there may be nights when we can't. She'll be displaced as the baby of the family, so this may affect her the hardest of the four kids. I'm sure we'll have many conversations about the various aspects, and I will probably have to find some sibling books to help ease her worries. She was, overall, excited about having a new sibling; she just has a few concerns.
We asked the kids to wait for a few weeks to tell anyone. In hindsight, I think that was unfair of us to do. We should have waited to tell them until we were ready to tell everyone else. They're so excited, they want to go tell their friends right away, so we cut it back a bit and told them could tell people on February 1st.
I had to explain that sometimes there are miscarriages, and that at my age, it's a real possibility that I won't carry this baby to term. If I have a miscarriage and we've told everyone, then those people will feel sorry for us and that might make some of them uncomfortable around me for a while. Waiting two weeks probably won't make much of a difference, but we'll see. That was the compromise I made. And I think they kind of understand, although Khasia said, "Don't be surprised if I accidentally blurt it out!"
We decided to tell them at dinner. After a few minutes of chatting about miscellaneous topics, I said, "Dad and I have some news for you." I then said, "You may be having a baby brother or sister in a few months." Khasia said, "Really? Oh, I hope so!". Her reaction made me realize that the way I worded things, it sounded like Dad and I were considering trying to have a baby someday, so I clarified with, "I am pregnant." All four of them were excited and that was the topic for the rest of the meal.
Arriah (14) was very excited, but thought that it would be a bit weird to be 15 and in high school with an infant sibling. "A good weird," she clarified. On Sunday morning, she had told me about her dream that night, of having a baby girl and not knowing how to take care of it. She made the connection at dinner, that maybe she had actually been dreaming about my baby, rather than her having one. She's now pretty sure this baby will be the girl she dreamed about (although she knows it was just a dream and this baby might also be a boy).
Braelen (12) sat there with what looked like a fairly stunned expression for quite a while, although he did express a hope that the baby will be a boy. When I mentioned that the due date was probably mid October, he thought it would be awesome if the baby was born on his birthday (September 29th). I explained that if it is a boy, he'll have to get rid of his queen size bed in order to share his room with the new baby. He's excited about that. Of all our kids, he has always been the most 'into' new babies.
Khasia (9...almost 10) was just excited. She went on and on about how exciting it will be to have a new baby in the family, and wished she could be the one to share a bedroom with "her" (she's insisting it will be a girl). She started making plans for things she'll be able to do with the baby and the fact that she'll be able to babysit "her" in a couple of years. She mostly was just excited and is really hoping for a new sister.
Shaya (7, will be 8 in March) was also excited, but she also started worrying. Her first thought was that she would miss me when I was in the hospital to have the baby. She had quite a few questions, especially later that night after I read her a couple of chapters and started singing to her. She asked if she would still be read and sung to at night, or if she was going to have to fall asleep by herself after the baby is born. I tried to be honest, explaining that we will still read and sing most nights, but there may be nights when we can't. She'll be displaced as the baby of the family, so this may affect her the hardest of the four kids. I'm sure we'll have many conversations about the various aspects, and I will probably have to find some sibling books to help ease her worries. She was, overall, excited about having a new sibling; she just has a few concerns.
We asked the kids to wait for a few weeks to tell anyone. In hindsight, I think that was unfair of us to do. We should have waited to tell them until we were ready to tell everyone else. They're so excited, they want to go tell their friends right away, so we cut it back a bit and told them could tell people on February 1st.
I had to explain that sometimes there are miscarriages, and that at my age, it's a real possibility that I won't carry this baby to term. If I have a miscarriage and we've told everyone, then those people will feel sorry for us and that might make some of them uncomfortable around me for a while. Waiting two weeks probably won't make much of a difference, but we'll see. That was the compromise I made. And I think they kind of understand, although Khasia said, "Don't be surprised if I accidentally blurt it out!"
Monday, January 17, 2011
Life Changing News
It's Martin Luther King Jr. Day, so everyone is home. It's promising to be a nice, lazy day, with all of us relaxing (which mostly means spending time in front of the computer, various gaming consoles, and the TV). It seems like a good day to start a blog.
I've wanted to join the 'blog craze' for a while now, but I have such a normal (aka boring) life, there hasn't really been anything to write about. I got some news a couple days ago, though, that has shaken things up a bit. If I am ever going to get writing, this is as good a reason as any:
I have 4 children, ages 7 to 14. I am now 40 (almost 41) and just found out that I am pregnant for the 5th time. No, we were not trying, but we probably were being a little more casual than we should have been, thinking that we were fairly safe at my age. Obviously not.
I suspected that I might be pregnant, before taking the home test (obviously...otherwise, why would I have taken the test?), so I had time to think about the possibility and what it might mean to our lives before I found out for sure. I initially went through all the cons, all the things in our stable world that would change. Only expecting to ever have four children, we have given everything to do with babies away, which means we would have to buy all new baby stuff, I'd need new maternity clothes, we'd have to baby proof our house. I asked questions, such as who would end up sharing a room with a new baby? Will I still be able to home school the kids that want to homeschool with a new baby? What about as my pregnancy progresses? Will I be up for dealing with my other kids?
Once I saw the positive result on the home test, however, all those questions were pushed to the back of my mind. All I felt was joy! I couldn't help the huge smile on my face.
Even when I was telling Robert (who hadn't had my suspicions and had to deal with the shock and questions right then, rather than having a couple of days to process things), I had a hard time not letting my happiness show. I didn't want to seem too happy, because I didn't want him to think I had gotten pregnant on purpose; honestly, I didn't. Now that he has had a couple of days to deal with the shock, he's happy too. He's still a little concerned about how a new baby will affect our lives, and the fact that he'll be a senior citizen when this baby graduates high school (ha!), but he's accepted it and is now looking forward to having a new baby, as well.
We will probably tell the kids later today; it will be interesting to see their reaction...I suspect they'll all be excited, but I'm not positive. I'll post about that next.
Just a side note: Since the positive test result, I have scoured the internet and found a lot of scary information regarding pregnancy at my "advanced maternal age". I will write about my thoughts concerning that at some point, but for now, I'm keeping a good attitude and will deal with things as they come.
I've wanted to join the 'blog craze' for a while now, but I have such a normal (aka boring) life, there hasn't really been anything to write about. I got some news a couple days ago, though, that has shaken things up a bit. If I am ever going to get writing, this is as good a reason as any:
I have 4 children, ages 7 to 14. I am now 40 (almost 41) and just found out that I am pregnant for the 5th time. No, we were not trying, but we probably were being a little more casual than we should have been, thinking that we were fairly safe at my age. Obviously not.
I suspected that I might be pregnant, before taking the home test (obviously...otherwise, why would I have taken the test?), so I had time to think about the possibility and what it might mean to our lives before I found out for sure. I initially went through all the cons, all the things in our stable world that would change. Only expecting to ever have four children, we have given everything to do with babies away, which means we would have to buy all new baby stuff, I'd need new maternity clothes, we'd have to baby proof our house. I asked questions, such as who would end up sharing a room with a new baby? Will I still be able to home school the kids that want to homeschool with a new baby? What about as my pregnancy progresses? Will I be up for dealing with my other kids?
Once I saw the positive result on the home test, however, all those questions were pushed to the back of my mind. All I felt was joy! I couldn't help the huge smile on my face.
Even when I was telling Robert (who hadn't had my suspicions and had to deal with the shock and questions right then, rather than having a couple of days to process things), I had a hard time not letting my happiness show. I didn't want to seem too happy, because I didn't want him to think I had gotten pregnant on purpose; honestly, I didn't. Now that he has had a couple of days to deal with the shock, he's happy too. He's still a little concerned about how a new baby will affect our lives, and the fact that he'll be a senior citizen when this baby graduates high school (ha!), but he's accepted it and is now looking forward to having a new baby, as well.
We will probably tell the kids later today; it will be interesting to see their reaction...I suspect they'll all be excited, but I'm not positive. I'll post about that next.
Just a side note: Since the positive test result, I have scoured the internet and found a lot of scary information regarding pregnancy at my "advanced maternal age". I will write about my thoughts concerning that at some point, but for now, I'm keeping a good attitude and will deal with things as they come.
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