Are You Sure?

Yes, I'm positive.


Early April brought the shock and surprise of a positive pregnancy test. To say we weren't expecting this would be an understatement. It's taken a few weeks of many conversations, many hugs of encouragement, and plan-making to get used to the idea.


Our kids are completely over the moon with excitement. When not at work, I'm confined to my bed with severe nausea (a first for this mama), ginger tea, and a good book. I know nausea is a good thing in early pregnancy (indicating that all my hormones are doing what they should), but find myself crossing off the days till I reach twelve weeks, when I'm told it usually abates. My husband has stepped up to the plate like the champ he is, taking over everything I usually do: making meals, cleaning up, bathing the kids, doing homework with them, putting them to bed, and so on.


When I can get out of bed, I'm knitting small things for a December baby, and feeling so thankful that we get nine months to wrap our minds around the blessed and life-changing news that our family of five will become six. I'm picturing another little dark-haired newborn  coming into this house, and into my heart, and am once again amazed at how the space in a family always expands to welcome a new sweet babe.


And finally, in the midst of all the worry and readjusting, I am overjoyed.