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My Other Little Girl, Vivi

By Cody |

Sitting at my desk reviewing a probable cause affidavit in preparation of meeting with a first time client, I heard a short knock on the door followed by the door bursting open before I even had a chance to respond to the knock.  I knew such a knock followed by an immediate opening of the door could only be one of two people—my exuberant daughter, Addie, or the firm’s bookkeeper.  Given that it was in the morning, far too early for a visit from Addie and her mother, my wife, I fully expected to look up and see the firm’s bookkeeper.  Despite my expectations, in rushed Addie, her hair in full bounce, as she shouted, “hey dad, watcha doin?” Addie assumed her seat that was located across the desk from me and proceeded to watch me work.  I continued to review the probable cause affidavit as I waited for my wife to come into my office.  Several minutes passed by without any sign of my wife.  I knew what the next words out of Addie’s mouth would be, and sure enough, Addie shouted, “Dad, can I go hang out with Lisa in her office?”  I said “no” and, for the first time, wondered if my wife had just pulled a drive by Addie-ing.

Several minutes later I heard my wife enter my office.  I barely had the opportunity to look up from my desk when my wife threw what looked to be a magic marker across the surface of my desk towards me.  I picked up the object and wondered why my wife was giving me a magic marker.  Confused, I took a closer look at the object and realized I was holding a fancy pregnancy test stick.  Without any hesitation, I read the words and immediately and prominently uttered a word that I would regret and pay for over the next several months—I said, “no.”  Someday I will explain why I said no, but that was the beginning of what would change our little family for the better.

Eight or so months later my wife gave birth to my second daughter, Vivi, who is also known as, Vivienne, the Vivster, the Vivonator, the Veevee Baby, Bubs-be, Buby and Mozzi.  Here is some additional information, complete with pictures, about the Vivster:

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Dad's Second Daughter, Vivi, on Dadding

The Magic Marker Test Stick

After not having the opportunity to be heavily involved with my wife’s first pregnancy, my wife ensured that I had every opportunity to be fully involved with her second pregnancy.

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Cody is a father, husband, practicing attorney, and loyal football fan who is outnumbered by girls in every area of his life. He's also been known to drink maple syrup straight out of the bottle. Read bio and latest posts → Read Cody's latest posts →

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  1. Lee says:

    I also have PCOS and have chatted about this with Casey before. After our first we waited about two years and tried for a second. After another two years, it didn’t happen and we gave up. I bought smaller car, and ramped up my work load. You can see where this is going right?

    Six weeks later, I took a test so I could start a new medication. I looked at and squinted. I turned the lights on and ran downstairs to grab my husband before he left for work. I grabbed my glasses and looked again. Holy crow! I turned to him and said “I’m pregnant, is that ok?”

    His response?

    “Well, it’s a little late now.”

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