This looks like a job for...SUPER SPERM!

For years, C and I dreamed of owning our own house. When that dream became a reality in November 2009, we couldn't have been happier! Life was finally coming together.

One day, a few weeks after we moved in, C said to me, "Hey, remember when we used to live at [our old address]?" After I said yes, he said, "That was funny, huh?" It was a goof on one of the kids who had made a similar comment about something else. Ever since then, we'd make jokes like that. Like, "Hey, remember when we had pizza for dinner two nights in a row? That was funny, huh?"

As part of this running joke, I said to him a few times, "Hey remember when you were going to go back to [the V doc] and didn't? That was funny, huh?" The last time I made such a comment, C became a little irritated and snapped at me, commenting on how he had too much going on already and he WAS going to go and he didn't like me busting his chops about it. I let it go and never mentioned it again.

After my miscarriage last summer, I made an appointment to see the doctor to discuss the loss. It was my fifth one and I was hoping for some answers. (At the time, I was still considering trying again for a fourth.) He basically gave me no real answers, but said these things just happen sometimes. He said most M/Cs that occur that early are due to chromosomal abnormalities. While only one sperm is supposed to connect with one egg, sometimes 2 or 3 get in, creating chromosomal abnormalities. On the surface, there was nothing funny about this statement, but I could not help but to laugh out loud right there in the exam room. The doctor had to ask, "What's so funny?"

What's so funny? Oh, let's see...I have three kids, the younger two are less than a year apart. I've had FIVE miscarriages. That means C has gotten me pregnant EIGHT TIMES, and once was AFTER a vasectomy! (Ain't nobody gonna hold me down, oh no, I've got to keep on moving...or perhaps you prefer: ain't no stopping us now, we're on the move...) Now, you are telling me the M/Cs could have been caused by TOO many sperm hitting the egg at the EXACT SAME TIME??? OF COURSE! That makes PERFECT sense. MY HUSBAND HAS SUPER SPERM!!! Or, as I also like to say, the Jack Bauer of sperm.

That said, it should come as NO surprise to any of you when four weeks ago I had a "hunh moment." I was sitting with Kiefer, playing a game, when suddenly I felt very dizzy and light-headed. I thought nothing of it at first, but about 20 minutes later I went, "Oh..." See, for me, dizziness was ALWAYS an early indication of pregnancy.

I went to my bedroom and retrieved a pregnancy test I had, went to the bathroom and did the whole pee-on-a-stick thing. I returned to my bedroom and literally watched as the positive line came to life next to the control line. At first, I thought it was just the shadow of the plastic line on the back of the stick, but as the line got darker, and took on more of a pinkish hue, I realized it was no shadow, but a positive pregnancy test! In my mind I sang, "This looks like a job for...SUPER SPERM!"

I couldn't believe it. AGAIN! Again this super-spermy creature had gotten me pregnant. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy, however. It's a BABY. How can you not be happy about a baby, right?

But,I was a nervous wreck. How could I tell him this was happening again? And would it end in another miscarriage? I thought of all the crazy things this meant, like how I would now be 36!!! when this baby is born. A whole year older than my mom was when she had Steven. That meant I'd be 41 when it starts Kindergarten. And 54 when it graduates high school!!! It meant I needed all new baby stuff. A swing, a car seat, a stroller, clothing, etc. I thanked God I didn't give away the crib yet and I wondered if my cradle was still safe after my sister last used it. I had to tell myself not to get too far ahead of myself. My track record favored a loss and I knew better than to daydream about the future just yet.

Corey working late that night, came home to eat dinner and went right back to work. I knew I had to wait, otherwise he'd never be able to concentrate. The next day, he came home from work and was yammering on about something, but I wasn't listening. My heart was pounding out of my chest! What was he going to say this time?

Finally, after he stopped talking, I grabbed his hand and put it on my chest. I said, "Feel my heart pounding? I'm a nervous wreck." He asked why and I said, "Remember when you were supposed to go see [V-doc's name] and you didn't?" And then, handing him the test, I said, "That was funny, huh?"

Not kidding, I once again watched the color fall from his face and his eyes got a little teary, but he kept it together. After asking me if I was joking (like I would make a joke like that), he accepted it by simply saying, "Well, I guess we'll see how the next couple of months go."