When I found out I was pregnant with Baby #3, I laughed.
I felt like Abraham's wife, Sarah. Having a baby at 90 years old was pretty unbelievable, but I think having three babies in less than 2 1/2 years is a close second.
I couldn't believe what God had done. What we had done. So I laughed.
Expect it wasn't a funny kind of laugh. It was a hysterical get-me-out-of-here kind of laugh. Not my proudest moment, but the news was somewhat unexpected. Cupcake was still nursing full-time. I didn't even know we could get pregnant quite yet. I took the test on a whim, as a "just in case" kind of thing.
And it was positive. Very, very positive.
I shared the news with my husband and together we took our joy and our fear to the Lord. Even when our world is turned upside down, God still speaks truth.
God love us. God creates life. And God created this life. He loves this child. He has a plan for this child.
And that plan includes me.
And that plan includes me.
Some days I find myself brought to tears at the responsibility, but most days I'm just plain excited.
Bringing another child into our family will be tough, but I've learned a secret that I am going to share with you.
I'm not getting a new baby. I'm getting new big kids.
For the past two years, I've had a baby needing my constant attention, nursing 5-10 times a day, and spitting up on every piece of clothing I own. Having to care for another baby isn't a big deal. I've gotten pretty good it.
However, this time around I'll have two big kids. I'll have a 2 1/2 year old who can sing, play and "help" mommy. Even now, Rooster is great about bringing me things when I'm nursing. He's well on his way to being my big helper!
Cupcake will be walking and hopefully beginning to talk in 7 months. She'll be sleeping through the night and happily eating table foods. She's such a curious little girl, and soon won't need all of my time and attention as she learns to play and explore on her own.
We still have some logistics to figure out, like where everyone is going to sleep, and how to get three children safely in and out of the car at Wal-Mart, but those answers will come when we need them.
And we don't need them right now. A positive pregnancy test always comes 9 months before you think you're ready. That 9 months is the grace period that God gives parents to prepare their hearts and their home for a child. If you had asked me 12 weeks ago if I was ready for another baby, I would have told you no way, but I can guarantee that 7 months from now, we'll be eagerly awaiting her arrival.
I know some people would be freaking out right now, and I can't blame them. Three kids in diapers is no joke.
But I'm going to laugh anyway. I'm going to sing and dance around with a heart full of joy.
God who opens the womb has given to us abundantly! What is there to worry about?