~ Meet Bridget
Hi! My name is Bridget, and my husband's name is Tom. We have been married for 12 years. Yeah, I know, that's a long time! We're expecting our second child sometime around March 11, 2003.
I just turned 36. Tom is 39. I used to get asked all the time, "What? You've been married for that long, and no children?!" We waited to establish ourselves in our careers first before having children. I guess I should really say that I was the one who waited. Tom was ready for babies much earlier than I was! About five years earlier! I know, it's usually the other way around! But, I have no regrets. Waiting to have children meant that we could afford for me to stay-at-home without having to sacrifice too much of the lifestyle we had grown to enjoy. Tom had already decided that our first child would be a girl and that her name would be Madeleine. He used to run around the house calling her name! "Madeleine, where are you? Madeleine, I wish to talk to you!!" I would yell back, "She's NOT here!!" LOL!
We got pregnant by accident in October 2000. It turned out to be twins but it wasn't meant to be. The fetuses never developed and I miscarried at 12 weeks. That pregnancy taught me a lot about myself. I realized I was much stronger emotionally than I gave myself credit for. I also realized that even though that pregnancy was a huge surprise for us, I was much more ready for children than I thought I was.
We decided to take a trip to Italy the following May to celebrate our 10th anniversary. The timing of this trip corresponded perfectly with when we could try again. We had been gone for a full two weeks and I know I had ovulated at the beginning of the trip. I absolutely knew I was pregnant before I even got on the plane to come home. I inhaled a Burger King Whopper at the airport in London on a layover and thought it was the best hamburger I had ever eaten in my entire life. And I never eat fast food! I'm pretty sure our daughter was conceived either in Rome or in Tuscany. Of course once we found out it was a girl, we had to name her Madeleine! After all, Tom had been waiting for her for a long time! We gave her an Italian middle name, Isabella, to honor the country that blessed us with such an amazing child.
I think Tom was ready to have a second child the day we brought Maddie home from the hospital! So, when I gave him the green light to start trying for number two, I made this cute little calendar and put hearts on the days that it would be good "trying to get pregnant days!!" He of course was thrilled! Much to his surprise, we got pregnant the first month we tried. I think that he was secretly a bit disappointed that we wouldn't be trying more! Men! Seriously, he's just as excited about this baby as he was about the first.
I'm just hoping that we stay put for a while. You see, he's moved me around quite a bit in the last several years. To be exact, we've moved six times in the last ten years. And he's not even in the military! The last move we made, Maddie was 10 weeks old and we had to live in temporary housing for four months while our house was being built. That was NOT fun! So, since we've been here a whole year now, I'm feeling a bit tentative about growing roots here.
Pregnancy is an incredible journey. It just amazes me how something so small, initially, can wreak so much havoc on one's body! This pregnancy feels very much like my pregnancy with Maddie. There is definitely comfort in having gone through this before. But it doesn't mean that I'm any less excited. I'm thrilled to be able to share my journey with you!