A Funny Announcement

I'm a bit strange. I have baby fever within a week of giving birth. I'm also an only child, so I've always wanted anywhere from two to twenty-one children. Well, Brad has been very happy with three, and has stood his ground at being satisfied. Why rock the boat was his philosophy. It made sense. Financially, especially with the larger apartment that comes hand in hand with a larger rent, it makes sense. Alynna is now at the age where we have a lot of freedom. Well, those hormones kept nagging at me, and I went from fussing one day that I would never have another baby to telling a friend to shoot me if I ever brought up a fourth again. Then a friend had a baby. That actually sealed it for me. I was happy. I could hold and love on her baby, give the him back, come home and sleep the whole night through. Life was good.
Brad got closer and closer to making an appointment to "seal the deal" and make the decision of three official.
So, the funny announcement?
I'm ten weeks pregnant.
Surprised? So were we.

It's taken me this long to officially spread the news, because I needed a good week to cry about the surprise. I was so overwhelmed. I had given all of our baby stuff away as I have finished with it. I'm starting from scratch with everything. The thought of having four, even though most of my friends had four, seemed ridiculous to me. I felt as though a side show to the circus as it is. I'm due middle August, so the next month I'll be starting a brand new school year with Kaeley and I'll have a newborn.
Yeah, I needed a few good cries. I seriously cried over having a scratchy voice after a lingering cold. I cried about overdue library books (don't ask). Poor Brad would look at me with a lost look. "What do I do with this mess of a woman?" I could hear him thinking. I was hormonal, yes, but I think the stem of it was a complete feeling of drowning. I had just figured out how to have three!
Then I needed a few weeks to be in shock and denial.
Then it finally set in and we began slowly telling the few need-to-knows.
Then the fear really set in. That horrible miscarriage several years ago really rocked my life. Here we have two healthy children after that nightmare and it didn't seem to matter. I was terrified of bonding to another baby and telling the world it was official just to find out it was all a joke and the baby was going to be ripped from this life anyway. God has really worked with me on that fear, so I will now live in today and be thankful for what is, hence this blog posting.
So, this is going to be a funny adventure for me. I know God will provide. I know He'll provide all the maternity clothes, the baby clothes, and even money for the midwife. You know, it only took me, what, five weeks to get to the point of sitting quietly waiting for God to do His thing? Hey, I'm getting better.