Ed and I got our home renovations completed and they turned out nice, if I do say so myself. We moved daughter, Brandy to the new bedroom, and Brett moved into Brandy’s old bedroom. Once again, the nursery was empty.
We had hit our stride, our happy family of four. Brett and Brandy got along well and spent a lot of time playing together. Ed had his boy, I had my girl. Life couldn’t be any better….we thought!
Brett turned two the summer that the renovations were completed. He became potty trained later that same summer. Dum-de-dum-dum…I was free of diapers…for a while.
Now, I’m going to be candid with you for a moment. We were using birth control, but it was the kind that you have to use just ahead of time–the one that spoils the mood for you. There was a month where nothing in the sex department was happening, there’d been some sickness, etc…you know, everybody has those times in life. I kid you not, we only got intimate one time the whole month. Since it was only one time, we got a little carried away in the moment and therefore a little careless…Well, I am here to tell you that I am living proof that it only takes one time to make a baby!
I really didn’t think anything about it until my period was late. At first I wasn’t even concerned because we’d only had sex once…then I took the pregnancy test. Yep, it only takes one time! The test was positive. When I told my husband that I was pregnant, he had a look of disbelief on his face and his exact words were “but we only did it one time!” My reply was, “I know, but I’m pregnant.”
Now, I’d always had it in my mind to have one more baby, but I hadn’t planned it for this particular time. We were in between changing insurance policies and there was a four month wait before I would be eligible for maternity insurance. This was our main concern–lack of insuranace coverage. We asked the local doctor that Ed’s mother worked for if he would take me as a patient. (If you remember, I’d started out using him when I was pregnant with my first baby, but he later referred me to a city doctor.) Dr. S agreed to take me on as a patient since it was my third pregnancy. He also agreed to let us make payments. Ed worked for the hospital where I would have the baby, and they agreed to let us make payments, also. Problems solved! With a plan in place, we settled into my third pregnancy and began fixing up that empty nursery.
My pregnancy was uneventful. Life goes on as usual when you have other children depending on you. My due date was June 26, 1985. Of course, my babies never came on time. July 1st came and I was still pregnant– the first week of July passed and I was still pregnant, and VERY miserable! …to be continued…