Third time is a charm!

The hubby and I found out that we are expecting our 3rd child March 15th. Kiki was one day over due and the little man was over 2 weeks early so we don't really know what to expect with this one. It was definitely a shock, but we are still excited! We only have a 3 bedroom but we have almost 3,000 square feet, so we are thinking about turning one of the downstairs rooms into our bedroom.

We found out on a Tuesday and we wanted to tell all the grandparents first. The sis-in-law was coming for a visit from Kentucky that Thursday so we were going to wait and tell the grandparents (in laws) and sis all together. Well, we go over Thursday night and we are getting a little caught up with everyone before we decide to make the "big announcement." The hubby gets a text from his sister (who is sitting right beside us) of a positive pregnancy test. Well, my husband about has a heart attack because he doesn't understand how she could have gotten a picture of my pregnancy test (because it was the same brand that I used). Come to find out she is also expecting, her due date is March 8th. So that is how the grandparents found out we were pregnant, by saying "oh you are too." So we didn't really get much of a "big announcement."

We have a boy and a girl name picked out already with middle names even (that's just how I am). Everyone keeps asking us which one we want, (boy or girl), it doesn't matter to me. I would like to have a boy just because he and the little man would be close together in age (18 months). On the other hand, I would want another girl, but I would be afraid of how they would get along being that far apart in age (3 years). I should just have twins, a boy and a girl and then I can get what I want :).

I just graduated from college with my Bachelor's of science for psychology and just started a part time job in May. I work Mon.-Fri. 2:30-5:30 and only take the kids to day care 3 days a week. The hubby and I were talking about just staying home with the kids again because it is almost not worth me working. What I make during the week goes right to day care and it is not even worth leaving my kids for 15 hours a week when I could be home with them. We talked about me staying home again and going back to school for my Master's and by the time I get done with that (hopefully 5 years) all the kids will be in school and I can start to work on my career as a therapist.