We finally got to the point where a few loans were paid off (well, Zach does), and we're able to buy a house. We swapped out the God awful carpet for lovely hardwood, updated the windows, and dreamed together that one day our little one would take their first steps on our beautiful Acacia floors. We also discussed how the old saying is true - if you wait to be financially stable to have kids, you'll never have kids. We decided we would start trying to June of 2016, and we did.
Fast forward through some not so fun stuff (the death of my beloved Grandpa), and on July 25th, we got not one, but three positive pregnancy tests. Yes, three, because I didn't believe the first one or the second one. I raced out to the family room and informed Zach that we had achieved Nirvana. To say he was excited is putting it mildly - he strutted the rest of the night, beaming with pride at the fact that he had knocked up his wife on (excuse the pun) the first shot. Ok, maybe not the first shot, but the first month of trying. We scored after only one round of pulling the goalie, and we have a tiny Blues jersey to prove it.
So, coming this April, to an Easter basket near you, the newest member of the Schuette clan will be here to terrorize grace us with their tiny presence. Just in time for playoff season!



