"What's one more?" were the first words out of my husband's mouth when I asked him what he thought about us expecting again for what will be our seventh child. Relief took over me and I smiled. Where some women may fin
Michelle

"What's one more?" were the first words out of my husband's mouth when I asked him what he thought about us expecting again for what will be our seventh child. Relief took over me and I smiled. Where some women may find this a semi-uncaring attitude of a comment, to me it was exactly what I wanted to hear. This is my husband's way of telling me he's happy that we are becoming parents once again. After being off of birth control for several months, we were closely watching my cycles and doing natural "family planning". We both had decided that we were not ready to have another baby yet (we need a bigger house and our youngest is only a year old). My husband had kept saying "No" regarding having another baby to me and everyone else who asked, but behind closed bedroom doors it was obvious he didn't really mean it. I, on the other hand, kept saying that I wanted one but I tried to make sure he didn't succeed behind those closed doors. It was like a check and balance system -a little game of teasing each other that we were playing.

Then it happened. My sister-in-law gave birth to a perfect baby girl on Sept 30th. I had been completely smitten by her as I am with all babies. I am such a softie for a newborn; they kick me straight into baby-itch-itis. I am just so in love with being pregnant and having a baby. I enjoy every second of pregnancy and I relish the months that I share with my unborn child growing inside of me. Baby-itch-itis is no different from any other addiction, when you gotta have it you gotta have it. So, when my fertile time hit 10 days following my niece's birth (and just hours after I held her in my arms), I said what the heck and failed to hold up my end of the balance system (ie not telling him no).

I admit, I wasn't completely of my right mind, yet all the reasons we were waiting seemed silly to me at the "time". If you ask him what happened, his excuse is he is invincible and he can not get me pregnant if he doesn't want to. All I can do is laugh over that one. The truth is, regardless of how it came to be, it worked -- obviously -- and we couldn't be more thrilled that baby number seven is on its way.



I guess it would be only fair to point out that my husband and I don't have all seven children together. This is only my sixth biological child. When we met ten years ago, I had already had two children from a previous marriage and he had one. We've since had three together, and of course this will make our fourth. It doesn't matter the exact parentage though, they are "our" children and we love them equally.

It's such an adventure to raise such a large family in today's society, mainly because of society itself. It seems the world is locked into the thinking that families today should be 2 kids and a dog living in a house with white picket fence. Needeless to say, when we take our children out, it is definitely a "conversation piece" for half of the people we meet. We have learned to take all of the comments in stride as this is the life we have chosen to live and we are happy with our decision.

I am sure when we announce this current pregnancy, (we have something special planned for Christmas Day) we are bound to get the usual raised eyebrows, smirks and the expected commentary that equates to our family and friends asking us if we are insane. We will do what we always do, shake our heads yes, wear our biggest smiles, hug our children and say; "What's one more?" PregnancyAndBaby.com

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