That’s right. BT3 is coming soon to a theatre, I mean, house near you. Near you if you live in my neighborhood that is. What’s BT3 you ask? Well, BT3 stands for….
Baby Torres #3!!!!! (echoing three three three!!!!!)
Now I know you all are saying, “WHAT????? Aren’t your girls only 16 months old????? Are you crazy?????”
Yes, my girls are only 16 months, old, yes, I can sometimes be considered a little crazy, but in response to the question that some people don’t have the balls to ask (but some do), no, this was not planned. At least not this soon. We both knew that we would more than likely want to have a third child, but this, um, “opportunity” came a little sooner than we expected. Let’s just call it our little Outer Banks souvenir.
Now let me stop here briefly and apologize to any of you who are reading this and would have much rather have heard it from us in person. We didn’t (actually couldn’t) talk about it for a while because of the shock, and even when we did have the courage to start talking about it, I just couldn’t find the words. I hate making announcements, and I was really afraid of how people would react. Fortunately, our friends and family were extremely excited and supportive, and we are very thankful for that.
First thought? Terror. I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this. I thought about the girls and how this was going to impact them. I was so afraid that this was going to take away from their lives at a time when things were going to get even more fun than they already are. The morning nap would be gone, and we would be free to go out in the mornings and do all kinds of fun things. Even now, life as we know it is perfect. We have an awesome predictable schedule, we have mastered the art of going out as a family, and I have to say I have mastered the art of going out on my own with the girls. When we do go out, C has a baby, I have a baby, life is good. I saw BT3 as an intruder that was going to mess up our chi, causing a horrible imbalance and disrupting our perfect lives.
After a lot of talking and praying, we began to embrace the idea of BT3. Once we went to the doctor and saw the strong little heartbeat (yes, just one this time), things began to sink in and start to become real. Our due date is 3/6/10, just 18 days before R & C’s second birthday, and we are now convinced that 2 years will be a perfect age gap. The girls will be such great big sisters, and I know that the three of them will be close. I still can’t say at this point that I am totally in love (sorry, BT3, if you are reading this in the future), but I know I will be once he/she is here. And I know that with the arrival of BT3, we won’t be able to imagine life any other way.