Surprise is Walking!

My 13 month old decided that he could walk yesterday!  The great walking milestone has come!  Life is changing again...just as it did when we found out he was on the way.

To give you some background, you have to understand that we didn't know that our second son was coming until I was 30 weeks pregnant! Oh, yes, you read that right--30 weeks pregnant!  I was one of THOSE women that had their pregnancy symptoms be mistaken for something else.  I know you want to hear the story--so here we go!

I was having an awful time holding my bladder.  I was leaking everytime I went for a walk, worked in the yard or cleaned the house.  Not to mention what happened everytime I coughed or laughed! (Don't laugh, you've been there too!) I was also having these weird cramps that were coming and going throughout the day.

So I made an appointment to see an OB who was a church friend of ours. (My OB that had delivered my first son had moved his practice a few months before.)  After giving me a vaginal exam, Dr. R said that he thought my uterus was a little large and with the cramps I was having, he thought I might have a cyst on the uterus or ovaries.  (Little did he or I know!)  He scheduled me for an ultrasound.

So the following Monday I went in for an ultrasound.  When the sweet, young girl put the ultrasound on me, there appeared this little "creature" on the TV screen.  I said, "What's THAT?!?".  She asked, "How many weeks are you?".  I looked at her and said, "I'm not suppose to be pregnant!!".  In the sweetest, and more professionally, calm way, she said, "Let me get Dr. R."

The ultrasound tech walked out of the room to get the doctor.  Next thing I know, Dr. R comes running in with his nurse and the tech close behind saying, "OH MY GOD!".  I looked at him and said, "That's a big damn cyst!".  He just said, "OH MY GOD!  I got that one wrong..."  I said, "YOU got it wrong!  What about ME!!"

That started our 7 week pregnancy adventure! 

Now you have to realize, we had a 10 year old whom we were perfectly willing to raise as an only child.  I am an only child and so is my mother.  Having an only child was no big deal to me or my husband.  Our oldest was born prematurely and we were told that if we had another that it too would be born prematurely.  Our feelings were that if it happened, it happened, we just weren't going to actively try.  With this mind set, we had gotten rid of all our baby stuff!  We had NOTHING!  We had 7 weeks to get everything you need for an infant! 

We live in a small town.  One that my husband and I have grown up in and both of our families have lived in for over 5 generations.  So when the word got out about us being 30 weeks pregnant and not knowing--well, to say we were the talk of the town, IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT!  We were THE conservation, and to some exstint, still are.  We don't mind too much!  It gives other poor souls a break.  And my husband is just so proud to prove his manhood--just like a man, ain't it! 

But the great thing about being the talk of the town is that everyone knew we were looking for baby stuff!  We were inundated with just about everything we needed and enough diapers to make it through the first month!  This is why could never leave this wonderful little town!

Well, our little one is starting to take his first steps.  He is hitting a big milestone in his life.  But how he got here is the greatest surprise that his daddy and I will ever have!  This is why his name will always be "My Little Surprise."