We planned it all.
The kids would be three years apart. Close enough to be friends, but far enough apart so as to not be in each others' shadows.
I waited a year after starting work so I could accumulate vacation time and be sure that I could use Family Medical Leave if necessary.
We waited the appropriate time after I stopped taking birth control pills so we would have a "healthy baby."
Steve begged a promotion at work so we could possibly afford daycare for two.
We told Sam all about Baby Alex. We even did the good parent thing and bought books about being a big brother.
I ate all the right things...did all the right things...saw the doctor when I was supposed to.
We had it all figured out.
We planned so well.
We were so naive.