Hi, my name is Stacey and I’m a workaholic. I live and breath work, though I seem to hide it very well. If you ask my husband, he would probably say that I don’t work at all! I’m a news anchor in Illinois, so my job in much less labor intensive than my carpenter husband. So how do I spend countless hours working? I’m constantly on my computer or smartphone. The news business never sleeps and that’s how my mind works. Stuck waiting in line? Time to check Twitter or Facebook. Can’t sleep? Time to check NBC News. I can’t help it…it’s in my blood!
For many years, my career came first. When I met my now husband, I remember telling him that I wouldn’t get married for several years because I needed to establish my career. He was a patient man! We consider our dog our “child”, but technically didn’t have kids. That all changed this year!
If you read my previous post, I shared our struggles with infertility. It’s been years of heartache and pain and we feel so blessed to be expecting triplets. Were we planning on triplets? Definitely not! We were hoping for a baby of our own and embarked on years of fertility drugs. We were lucky to get our wish after our first round of IVF. When the blood work came back, the doctor told us he thought we were having twins. We were ecstatic! Two kids at once and we wouldn’t have to go through the struggle again. So imagine our reaction when two weeks later, the doctor found three heartbeats. I think my jaw literally dropped to the ground! When I looked at my husband, he had a huge grin on his face. No fear from him, just pure joy.
For the next few months, I was definitely overwhelmed. The thought of twins sounded manageable, but triplets…that was a whole different ball game. I commute about 80 miles a day for work. How do I raise three children when I’m gone for 10 hours a day? Daycare or a nanny will run about $3,000 a month. How will my husband and I ever afford that? We have only lived in Springfield for a year and a half. How do we raise three kids without family or a support system nearby?
All of these worries have consumed me. In a time that should be all about joy and bringing a new life into this world, my mind races and my anxiety goes through the roof. Now five months into my pregnancy, I realize that I can’t be paranoid about everything after the babies come. I need to concentrate on my pregnancy and stay healthy and happy for the little bundles of joy. It’s easier said than done, but every time I see their heartbeats, my mind is put to ease. Everything will work out in the end. As my doctor told us, God gives you only what you can handle. So slowly, my fears have turned into pure joy. Meanwhile, my husband still wears the huge grin he first got the day we found out we were expecting triplets. Every night when I get home from work, he kisses my belly three times. And every night when he does that, it melts my heart and makes me realize that work can wait…these three little blessings are now the center of our lives.