My family and I are expecting our third baby. The morning I found out I was pregnant, I wrote down my thoughts. Instead of worry or fear or a laundry list of to-dos, I am overwhelmed with more love…
I know I won’t publish this for several weeks, but this morning’s events require such a fresh blog post.
This morning, I found out I was pregnant. I woke up earlier than the sun and immediately had to use the restroom. Since it has been a couple days since I last took a test and Aunt Flo still hasn’t arrived, it was time to test again. I sat on the toilet while the test laid flat and counted two minutes in my head. As the sun appeared in the horizon, so did the little plus sign. Pregnant.
I about cried and screamed and jumped up and down but everyone was still sleeping so I did my rejoicing softly. I tried to decide how to tell Phil. With the other girls, I made a bigger deal about it. But this was different. I couldn’t keep it to myself. I had to tell him. It was his good news as much as it was mine.
I crawled back into bed with the test hidden in one hand. He rolled over and saw my face. My smile was too big and gave away the fact that I had something to share.
“We’re going to have another baby.” I said to him, showing him the positive test. With a big grin on his face (the one I first fell in love with way back when) he sat up in bed and turned on his lamp to confirm the plus sign. “Holy crap.” He said. “This is awesome.”
It’s funny though, I assumed that when I found out we were pregnant with our third child that I’d be full of thoughts. Worrying about having to get a new, bigger car. Wondering how in the world we’ll make it to doctor appointments without someone to watch the girls. Worrying about being sick and trying to take care of the girls at the same time. Thinking about all the things that needed done before the little one’s arrival. But none of those thoughts came into my head. We’ve had those talks. Those “we need to do this…” conversations. The “what are we gonna do when…” talks. We decided to plan for another and now this baby is surely on his way. (Although Phil kept referring to the baby as a she, so we shall see.)
The only thought in my head this morning is MORE LOVE. Here comes more love. More love to give. More love to share. More love is growing inside of me. More love for Adair and Ingrid and Phil and our parents and all our family and friends. More love for this world.
And that is all that matters.
Phil and I laid in bed until the girls woke up. We prayed to God and thanked him for this oh so precious gift. We prayed for health and development and freedom from sickness and all the things that one hopes for a new baby and a new pregnancy.
We are surely blessed and looking forward to meeting this new, little love.