My Life as Mrs. Crosby

We didn't really know when we were going to start trying again. Well, we started about a month after but it was like the situation before. We weren't actively trying. If it happened, it did. If it didn't, we weren't in a rush. Especially after what happened.
Whenever people saw me, they acted different. Like if they mentioned something about their child, I would break down into tears. I was fine around people. I didn't really care if they talked about their new children or babies on the way. It actually made me happy. No one deserved to go through what we did.
After the playoffs, we decided to go to Canada and visit his family for a while. It was nice being able to relax. His mother had a piano in his childhood home so whenever he was working out, I would go practice. If anything has gotten me through the loss other than Sidney, it would be music.
We were at the lake house, planning out a few last minute details for the trip to Washington to see my family. Sidney had his arm around me and was typing something on the laptop that was placed on the arm of the couch.
"Hey Sid, what's the date?"
"Uhh.. The seventeenth. Why?"
I flipped through my date book, counting the weeks. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Two months had gone by and I hadn't even noticed.
"I uh well.. It's been two months.. I thought it was just stress from the playoffs and my family.."
He looked at me with a confused expression. I waited for him to comprehend what I just said, but apparently his brain wasn't working now that hockey was over.
"My period, Sid. It's over two months late."
"Oh. OH. Do you want me to go get a test?"
"That would be great, babe."
He ran down to the store quickly while I drank a few glasses of water. I tried not to worry about what would happen. If I was pregnant, I would only have to make it another month and after that, I would be less likely to have a miscarriage again.
When Sidney got home, he unwrapped one of the tests and handed it to me. Not even two minutes later, I walked out with the test in hand.
"Well, I'm guessing since the results popped up while I was still washing my hands, I'm very much pregnant."
Neither of us could hide our excitement for very long. He picked me up and spun me around before kissing me.
"I'll make a doctor's appointment first thing in the morning," my husband smiled. He made it seem like me getting pregnant again was better than any trophy he could win, "I love you so much."
"I know. And I love you."
"I would say we could celebrate with some wine, but I don't think that's very good idea."
"We could celebrate with some ice cream. That little shop just down the road has to still be open."
He grinned, threw a sweatshirt at me, grabbed my hand and practically pulled me out the door. He had a huge grin on his face. When we got there, he ordered us two waffle cones with a scoop of chocolate and another of vanilla.
We sat at the tables outside, laughing at the ice cream I got on my nose. The little boys kept wanting to talk to him, much to their parents' dismay. I had gotten used to it. I loved that Sidney always had time to stop and take pictures with fans, especially kids, even if he was one of the most awkward people to take a picture with.
The next few weeks we were extra careful. We didn't tell anyone until my next appointment if the doctor said that most of the risks had gone down. My doctor back in Pittsburgh told us that she wasn't sure why my last pregnancy failed, that this one was perfectly fine and I had nothing to worry about.
"So, are you upset that your summer is longer than you wanted it to be?" I asked him when we were sitting on the porch together, watching the lightning flash across the sky.
"How could I be upset when I know that I'm going to have a child by the playoffs next year?"
"Well I don't know.. You even said yourself you didn't play as well as you should have during the last few games.."
"You will always mean more to me than hockey does and I cannot tell you how happy I am to be starting a family with you. That means more to me than anything I could ever win," He pulled me into his lap and held me close, "I love you. Please don't ever question that."

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