Now that he was a toddler, we were talking about the possibility of having another kid. We both agreed that they shouldn’t be too far apart in age. I went off birth control to see if it would happen without really trying. Just a few months after Jonathan’s birthday, we were already learning that he was a smart kid. He was always playing with the nesting blocks or running around. However, toddlers are… let’s say… a challenge. I swear he was always making a mess. Throwing food, splashing in the toilet, you name it, he did it. At least, after all that, he was tired and we had some peace and quiet. Mitch and I were so tired after chasing Jonathan around all day, and I wasn’t feeling the best.
“Quiet.” He whispered.
I sighed. “Quiet. I can actually hear myself think.”
“He is full of energy.”
“Too much energy.” I agreed.
“Toddlers are so much work. So, how are you?”
“I’m-I’m…” I groaned. I hadn’t been feeling well all day. “I feel sick.” I gasped and bolted out of the room. I heard him following me all the way to the bathroom where I finally threw up.
“Told you?” I got out, cringing.
“Nadia, honey, get some sleep.”
The next day, I woke up to the wailing sound of our son. I’d gotten somewhat used to it. After finally getting him happy with a bowl of applesauce, I pulled over Mitch to tell him something. I was quite sure I started rambling. There was no easy way to say this…
“Nadia, slow down. What are you saying?”
“I’m pregnant!” The last time that I’d felt so sick, I had been pregnant with our now-toddler.
“Really? Wow! Umm… wow!” He smiled. “That was fast.”
“Yeah. Guess Jonathan will be getting a sibling after all.” Neither of us were sure what to expect when we started ‘trying’ for our second child. We didn’t know how soon it would happen, of if we’d actually need to plan for me to get pregnant.
“Wonder what he’ll think about that.”
We sat back down, just thinking about everything-and I mean everything-that’s happened so fast.
We met. We started dating. We got engaged. We got married, right after. I got pregnant with Jonathan. And here we are, and I am pregnant with our second child. Funny how life works out.
Then I remembered something important. “Where will the baby sleep!?” I asked.
“Well, Johnny and the baby can share our bigger room and we can move our bed into Jonathan’s current room.”
“You are a genius!” I exclaimed. Yes, everything will work out.