Baird... to the Fourth???

Tiff and I have often talk about how many kids we would like to have. We never come up with a definite number, because it all depends on the sex of the kids... For example, if we have eleven boys, I think we might call it quits trying for a little girl after the twelfth boy.

We've also talked about how long we'd like to wait, preferably, before trying for another one. Usually the answer for that one is "around a couple years."
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Not too long ago, Tiff headed in to work and I had A.D. for the day. I was up in the bathroom getting ready to take a shower when I glanced toward the little trashcan next to the toilet. The three (yes... three) pink "First Response" pregnancy test boxes that were jammed into the said trashcan immediately caught my eye.

Like any other husband would do, I opened the boxes to see the outcomes of the tests...

They were positive...

All of them.

I looked down at the two pink lines on the tests and couldn't think of anything. Tiff was at work, and I certainly wasn't going to call her and discuss this while she was working. It was only nine in the morning, and she didn't get off until six that evening.

I was a wreck.

Like I said, I'm not against having more kids. In fact, I'm excited for the day that I can watch my family grow (and maybe grow more after that). But at four months, A.D. would only be about a year old when the next would be due. (I'm sure I'm off there, but as much as I've tried to understand pregnancy math, I still don't understand it... They are lying when they say "nine months"). But Tiff isn't ready for it either.

I think Tiff's just now starting to really feel good after having A.D., but I would still be worried that it is a little too soon.

Now I had to wait another nine hours to see if our family is about to be Plus 1...

To Be Continued...