Steve and I had been married for almost two years when we started talking about the possibility of having another child. At that point, Brittany was almost seven and she had bugging us for some time about a brother or sister. We had just moved and Steve had just got a new job...one that would definitely provide support for another child. We didn't specifically say ok, let's have a baby, but we didn't get turned off by the idea. I became pretty lazy about taking my pills. More than six months passed and as easily as I got pregnant the first time, I was a bit surprised I wasn't yet. It was February and I figured we'd see how things would go for the next six months and then if nothing happened, we could worry about doctors, etc. We flew up to Washington in February to visit Steve's family. During that visit (at a lunch at Red Robin), I told my MIL and Steve's aunt that Steve and I were going to start trying to have a baby. It was as if that was the green light needed. We were back home and a month later, I became pregnant. This date I don't remember exactly but I do know it was around the 20th. I didn't go to work that day (it was right before spring break) and Steve went to work late.
About four or five weeks later I went and visited my mom for Easter and while I was there, told my family I was pregnant (and my grandma insisted she could already tell). I hadn't told Steve yet as I wasn't sure how. So, I took another pregnancy test and then wrapped it in a box. I took it home on the plane and had Steve unwrap my present at the airport.
