Wow... I finally started a blog! Everyone who knows us knows that our life is full of craziness. It's a good kind of craziness though. We used to dream of this kind of happiness and family. Now, we wake in it everyday! (And, sometimes...it lasts all night long with little beggars wandering in wanting to take up space in our bed!)
Well, since we are not big on calm, quiet, or orderliness, we decided to expand our family this summer and began to explore adoption of a little girl. I'm just not good at being pregnant. I typically go on bedrest about 25-28 weeks, which is not fun for any of us. Plus, with my age, we just thought adoption made more sense for our family. We knew we would adopt domestically and had considered trying to prove Michael's Native American heritage to pursue adoption of a Native American little girl. We went to an adoption seminar in October of this year and got a lot of great information and made some contacts. We had discussed it with the boys. Having an adopted cousin, they were completely on board. Our family was on the road to adoption; however, God had a different plan.
On Wednesday, November 18th, while Michael was away on business, I took a pregnancy test (well, actually two)...and convinced myself that it was just an evaporation line. I called a neighbor friend to check it out, too. She wasn't sure about that faint little "something" so she offered an expired test that I guess she was saving for a time such as this! It, too, had two lines...but, well, I chalked it up to being expired. (Can we say denial?) We had always had to work hard to get pregnant. It took months of precision, patience and progesterone to get those boys here!
So, I bought one more test on Thursday. Before I could pull my pants up, that line was there...loud and clear! I was stunned. Absolutely stunned. I remember looking in our bathroom mirror and saying out loud, "God, I trust that You know what You're doing!" I spent the rest of the day in shock. It is a truly different feeling when you're surprised.
Michael was due home that evening. I put all the tests in a box and told Landon to hand Daddy his present. He opened it, looked around at the various shape and size tests and said, "We're pregnant?!?!" Yep. Somehow he didn't seem as shocked as I was. He was thrilled. I was still trying to make it register! Unlike the others, I don't even know when it happened!!!
I pray that although I didn't prepare for this pregnancy like the others that this baby, too, will be healthy. I have had x-rays, a few glasses of wine on our anniversary weekend, started a new heart medication for SVT, and I wasn't taking a prenatal. It seems I did everything wrong, but God's timing couldn't be more right. This baby is due in July. That gives me a month or so to get in the swing of things before the two oldest boys to go to school in August. Keaton will start full-day kindergarten (Thank you, Keller ISD!), and Jackson will be going into 2nd grade. I am leading a group of 50 women to Women of Faith in August...with a one month old in tow! (I hear they have great nursing rooms, although nursing the fourth child in front of thousands of women probably won't bother me!)
So, I am anxious to go to the first OB appt. Dec. 14th to make sure this baby is growing well... and that there is just one! I have always said that we would stop at 3 boys because if we tried again, we'd have twin boys, and I'd need a padded room for them or for me! We all know God has a sense of humor. I am hoping He doesn't see the need to show me again! ;)
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