As if 2014 wasn’t going to include enough adventure, we’re growing our family. I’m currently over 9 weeks pregnant. I’m in shock, my husband is excited, and the kids are over the moon. The question that keeps entering my mind is “How did we get here?”
Well, nasty, I KNOW how we got here, but this was not in the plans. I like plans. They make me happy. I also like to break plans from time to time, just to keep things interesting, but this baby was not in the plans. We had our boy and our girl. They love each other and we love them. We were fine with being done. But, families are meant to grow, even when you don’t see that in your future.
I did a little research and found out that my little toddler fashionista might be the culprit for our new present. After we made the announcement to the kids, my little girl told me that she “wished to Jesus and Santa for a baby.” Oh? Well, that explains it. We are big believers in dreams coming true and prayers being answered. Our whole 2013 was the result of both of those kinds of blessings. Like the good mother that I am, I didn’t bat an eyelash when she told me. Our new adventure was started by a wish from a 3 year old.
So here we go. We’re starting anew. We’re growing and being blessed again. As of right now, I’m still processing it all. It’s only been a week since I officially found out, and I’m a wreck. True story. I love my kids, and kids in general, so I know I’ll fall into place. It doesn’t help that this morning sickness is keeping me from contributing to life in general, so once this part is over, I can bask in the glow of it all. I’m even laughing at the bold statement I’ve given when asked if we were having more: “If I have one more, then I’ll have to have another right after. I don’t like odd numbers, even in offspring.” Let’s see if I end up keeping my word.