Our 7th anniversary happened in June. I meant to write about it, but never did. It did get me thinking, though, about our other anniversaries. It’s hard for me to believe sometimes that it’s already been seven years, but other times I look at everything we’ve been through and I wonder how all that could have possibly happened in ONLY seven years.
I discovered I was pregnant for the first time just in time for our first anniversary. I loved the symmetry in that; it seemed meant to be. We were thrilled. Of course, that pregnancy ended shortly thereafter and I went into my next pregnancy with considerably less certainty that we’d have a baby at the end of it.
It seemed fitting then that I learned of my seventh pregnancy the day before our seventh anniversary. But having the first six pregnancies result in only three children has maybe made me a little cynical about the whole process. A positive pregnancy test makes me think, “Well here we go again. I wonder how long this will last.”
I mouthed the words to Brian across a crowded breakfast table, “I’m pregnant.” He raised his eyebrows at me and I nodded my confirmation. Apparently that’s all the announcement a seventh pregnancy gets around here. But announcement style notwithstanding, it looks like this one decided to stick around. I’m 14 1/2 weeks in. Here we go again.