Irony

It seems as though the last 9 months of my life have been filled with case after case of irony.  My pregnancy with our second son, being one of them.  Let me explain...

I had a customer come into the bank I worked at a couple of weeks after returning back to work from maternity leave with our oldest son.  He asked me when we would have another.  I responded with an expected, "Not for a very long time." followed by a laugh and a list of reasons why we weren't even thinking about expanding our family any further.  His response: "Oh, I bet you'll have Irish twins!"  HAHA!  Yeah, right.

Well, he was right.  I wish I could run into him in public and let him know of his accurate prediction.  This time last year I was still amazed that we had one child (a typical first-time parent thought) and I never, in a million years, would have guessed that we would have another, just one day shy of the anniversary of our oldest son's birth.  That would be crazy, wouldn't it?

And so the irony begins...

• Landon (our oldest) was born on October 23, 2010.  Noah (our youngest) was born on October 22, 2011.  
• They were both born on a Saturday, Mizzou played OU the night Landon was born and they played Oklahoma State the day Noah was born.  
• My best friend of 16 years gave birth to her daughter the night before I went into labor with Noah and I sat in the labor and delivery room with her, unknowing that I would be in the exact same room as she was just 8 hours later with the same nurse.  
• My labor with Landon started at 8:00am and I went into labor with Noah at 8:00am as well.  Of course I'll post stories of my labor with both of my boys later, sparing any gory details.
• The shirt and jeans I wore to the hospital when I was in labor with Noah were the exact same ones I wore when I was induced with Landon.  This was unplanned.
• We had an ongoing joke with the labor and delivery nurse during my labor with Landon that we were going to have 20 kids and before we left, my husband jokingly told her that we would be back in a year.  Turns out, it wasn't a joke at all.

So, I have quite the story to tell my boys when they get older.  It's funny how life has a way of making you laugh sometimes.  God definitely reminded me that he has a sense of humor.