When I found out I was pregnant with V, J was only 9 months old. Needless to say, it was a little, actually a hell of a lot sooner than we had planned...not that we were even thinking about planning at that point. The pregnancy and delivery with J were pretty miserable - 9 days over due, 2 days of pitocin and epidural didn't work, need I say more. So I'm wasn't exactly overjoyed about jumping right back on the pregnancy train.
Now, 10 months after having her, I look at that darling little grin and cannot imagine my life without her. She is the best surprise and I'm cherishing every moment.
I don't believe that "things happen for a reason" or fate, but I can say that she completes my life. Oh, and we're sooooo done with kids now. Done, done, done.
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