When you get that gut feeling that something just is not right it's not always easy to accept. After waiting 31 days for my "red headed cousin" to come to town I finally gave in and took a test.. yes a pregnancy test. All along thinking NO!NO!NO! Over the past 5 months I had become OK with only having 2 children, so much so that I was planning on having Jorge fixed {I know, he's not a dog} in the next month or so. Since having Juliana, Jorge and I had said we were done. I convinced him to wait until she was 2 to do anything permanent just to be sure that I truly was OK with it. Over that time period my prayer was always the same, " Dear God, if it is your will for me to have another child then I leave it completely in your hands." This meant that it HAD to be an accident because I was not going to try to have a baby and I honestly thought that it would not ever "accidentally" happen. Well....it did. I called in Jorge to tell him ...