One year ago today I found out I was pregnant again. It was a wish that was never really thought trough. Is it ever?
When the test was positive (and Mr. husband a continent away so not able to calm me) I stressed out. What was I thinking?! Already two beautiful and healthy children, finally sleeping through the night, able to travel… Next to that, no support system, not the youngest anymore. Why on earth did I want to put what I already had on the line?!
One year later. I have another love of my life.
P.S. Photos are taken one week after he was born. Look at him! A serious case of you think you remember, but you don’t. I love the magic of photos.