I’ve been sitting on this for weeks, and haven’t been able to say anything until we sent out the ‘official’ news in our newsletter.

We’re having a baby! We’re very excited. Miracle #3 is a complete surprise! We were just chugging along, enjoying life and then one day (I think it was after a few nights of very vivid dreams) I just KNEW I was pregnant. I wasn’t even a couple of days late. Those of you who have dealt with PCOS and anovulation issues will know that when you’re a couple of days late, you HOPE beyond hope, but deep down know that the dream has not come true. So you put off the HPT for a couple of weeks, and then finally the day you buy one, AF shows up. Argh!

The last few weeks I have felt like I’m in a dream. I keep thinking, “So, this is what it feels like to be a normal woman. Just wake up one day and find out you’re having a baby. Surreal!” No tests. No needles. No poking or jabbing. Just getting on with life.

Baby Sanborn is a little off schedule. We had hoped to wait till Samantha was 2 before ‘trying’ again. But now we will have the ‘perfect’* little family with our kids exactly 2 years apart.

*this is based on what lots of friends have been telling me about the virtues of having kids close together.