... and we're going for FOUR.
My wife and I are trying to persevere through our fourth pregnancy.
We are gluttons for punishment, I guess. My children are Benjamin, 8; Dylan, 6; and Emilie, 3. We are very happy together, and my wife and I are going to go for number four. It's a boy, we discovered last week, and his name will probably be Zachary. We decided pretty early on that we didn't want to name him after anyone in our ancestry, though my three other children are named after family. Ben was my grandfather's nickname, Dylan's middle name is Bonnie's dad's name (Thomas), and Emilie's middle name (Anne) is my mom's first name. So this time, in the words of "Mad About You", we "went another way".
Bonnie and I joke that we owe it to society to bring beautiful children into the world.
Bonnie has gestational diabetes this time around, which she did with Ben and not with the other two. This means that during the course of the pregnancy, she must test her blood four times a day, just like a regular diabetic. And watch her carb intake. That sucks. She's not happy about it, though there are a lot more sugar-free foods and drinks out there than there were in 1996. Thank you Dr. Atkins!
Anyway, yep, four kids. On my pay! AAAGH!