Missing

Doug and I were shocked when we found out we were pregnant with Graham.

After 12 years of marriage, the majority of it spent trying to get pregnant, we were resolved to live out our life without children.

I spent about 4.2 seconds with a fertility specialist, who ran us through our paces, and declared we had, "unknown fertility problems".  One round of hormones, and I was off that train faster than I got on it.

Ten years later, days before signing the papers on a penthouse apartment, (deluxe apartment in the sky!), one totally inappropriate for children, I discovered that I was pregnant.

It was a shock to both of us.  I think I handed Doug the pregnancy test then buried myself in my bed for the weekend.

Doug and I have been blessed with great timing for the majority of our relationship.  Thankfully, we were able to walk away from the penthouse unscathed, and into our new lives.

When Graham was born I could not believe that we ever thought it would be OK to live a life without children.

Then, nineteen months later Harper arrived.  The first thought to pop into my head when she was born was, 'someone is missing".

Seventeen months later that missing person arrived in the form of Harris.

And our family was complete.