Plot Twist.

“The best stories are the ones with the unexpected plot twists that no one would have guessed, even the writer.”

Levi and I are doing life, thinking we have it all pretty figured out. Well, let’s be honest we will never have it ALL figured out, not even close. But over a year into this adventure, and we have hit a nice little groove.

Our daily schedules, although busy, are coordinated and run smoothly. The kids are loving school, have made great friends, and are open to the idea of eating more than chicken nuggets for every meal. Levi and I have been able to get our finances back on track after the cross country move nearly wiped us clean. We even planned a long visit to family over the holidays to spend time relaxing and enjoying time together.

Looking towards the future we can see where we want to be and have been laying the framework to get there. And then just like an amazing plot twist in a storyline makes you question everything you thought you knew and saw coming…

POSITIVE! How in the world? I mean yes I literally know how…but how is this even possible?

The doctors gave us a 1% chance of ever conceiving a baby years ago. I vividly remember that day like it was yesterday. Levi and I were sitting at a table in the smallest waiting room ever built. Our doctor going over the files containing infertility tests, results, ultrasound photos, you know all of the things you never saw yourself having to talk about.

I grew up in Catholic school where you learn you get married, you have sex, you get pregnant. Easy peasy. But after two years of marriage and almost another year of testing, treatments, and IUIs we were still without a baby. As our doctor was explaining everything in front of us, I was laser-focused to memorize every word. I would need to go google them all later in order to learn ways to fix it, clearly.

But what I remember most was the heavy words that shadowed everything else “Moving forward, talking in percentages I give you two a 1% chance of conceiving a baby naturally because I never say never, there is always a chance.” Now some people like my positive (although I thought unrealistic and naive) husband took that comment in stride. More like a heck yes, you are saying we have a chance! I interpreted that comment (as I heard it to be the awful truth) as the kiss of death to the dream of ever being pregnant.

Cheers to Levi for always believing there is a chance, no matter how small. Because here we are eleven years later with a third little baby about to join this crazy bunch. Damn, life is amazingly unpredictable isn’t it? And I wouldn’t have it any other way.