We knew Dana would be out last, even before she was conceived.

I expected another pregnancy like the other two, but it wasn’t anything but. Morning sickness combined with the gestational diabetes diet made meal time and meal planning a chore. Increased physical discomfort made me feel as though I could barely walk or function through the last couple of months. And yet, when we were in the car driving to the hospital for the induction there was a part of me that was a little sad that this was it. The last moments of my last pregnancy.

Embarrassing change has always been a challenge for me. As excited as I am to move forward, I always get a little nostalgic for the chapter that is ending. Even as I gaze fondly backwards, remembering the excitement of getting that first positive pregnancy test, eagerly awaiting to find out the gender, or the feel of those first belly kicks and somersaults, there’s one thing I know for certain: our family is complete.

Since my first days as a mom, cuddling my first born, this is the family I started to dream about. Three kids. Three sisters. I tried not to hope too much on that last part, as it’s not something we could control, but deep in my heart a wish started to flicker, growing stronger in the days leading up to Alexis’ anatomy scan. I had visions of three girls playing together, three stockings hanging by the fire place. I’d envision what our photo collage would look like with another tiny face added to it, and would purchase an extra frame just in case. Sometimes, not always. Three kids. Three daughters.

I am not sure how I got so lucky to have my wish come true. Watching them together has been a true joy. Nicole and Alexis are so caring with their little sister, I know they’ll have as strong a bond with her as they do each other. I may be sad that the pregnancy chapter has closed, but I am so thrilled to have this wonderful family of mine.

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