By the way...

We are pregnant!

In the picture above, Christian had asked to sleep with a picture I'd shown him earlier that day. This is what the baby will look like at 8 weeks. It was the day we told him about the baby. From what we can gather- he wants a brother, but thinks it's a sister. When we ask Kate she responds with whichever we say last. "Kate, do you want a brother or a sister? Kate: A sister!" "Kate, do you want a sister or a brother? Kate: A brother!"

We are so happy. And just get happier the further it sinks in.

I am due September 17- which, interestingly enough, was my Mom's due date with me!

I will be 6 weeks along this Saturday.

I have known since the day before I was 3 weeks.

We were not "trying," but...never did feel "done" with 2 kids.

THREE.

What does this mean? I have laid awake at night trying to figure out how many grades in school they'll all be apart (they'll have a grade between them. So we'll have a 1st, grader, a 3rd grader, a 5th grader). I've also been thinking about bunk beds, how old Christian and Kate will be when they start sharing a room, when should we start adjusting them to bunk beds...I have not had a ton of sleep the past little while.

For a few months, we'll have 3 in our house that are under 4. This makes me smile. A fun realization.

I read the journal I kept during my pregnancy with Kate the other day. It wasn't necessarily a pregnancy journal- just where I was at almost every day. I was lonely. Isolated. (Pregnancy) Sick, and afraid to reach out. Grieving being so far away from friendships built in Scotland. And living in an upstairs apartment. I am thankful for what all has changed since then. That we're living in the fruit of what we sowed at that time. A church. Friends. A real community. A house. The ability to be a bit more real with people.

I have been sick this week. Sick enough to quit coffee (at least in the mornings). When I wake up I go straight to cooking some egg whites (which is what I craved with Christian) -the only thing that sort of settles my stomach. But I feel fine by 10am. Imagine that! Morning sickness only in the morning!

I am not feeling sick today- which makes me nervous (we won't see the heartbeat for another 3 weeks), vulnerable, and wondering if God is maybe answering the prayers of several who are praying against nausea.

Interesting how "feeling bad" in pregnancy has become such a norm that I'm terrified when I don't.

And for anyone who cares, I am taking my pre natal vitamin this time! I have rebelled on this in the past (Scotland thought they were an outlandish idea and with Kate I was way too sick).

Anyway, I'm pregnant! And so happy about it!