Nick and I have just gotten used to the idea that we are probably done with having kids. We have our boy and girl, both healthy and usually happy. Caleb is almost out of diapers and they both can pretty much get themselves ready to go in the mornings. They finally reached the slightly independent stage and it has been lovely. My house is no longer baby proof, I have no use for a crib or high chair and I can run out the door with only a pull-up thrown in my purse.
Well, it turns out we were wrong. Very foreign to us, we are due to have our third child in July! I am not sure what to do with that. We are Nick and Tammy and we have October kids. Born two years and one day apart, to be exact. July? What's that about? So long camp. So long vacation. Hello ten diapers a day, sore nipples, no sleep and planning my days around naps.
Okay, so once the shock wore off, the true excitement kicked in and I have to confess, we are thrilled. We both always wondered about that third child and when he or she might arrive. Yes, our lives are about to change-again. This adds on more years until I can bring in some income, adds another mouth to feed-but, really? What is more important?
I am so excited to see who this little one is going to be! God already knew this blessing before he or she was a thought in our minds. It does not matter to me if the baby is a boy or girl. My current children, however,have strong opinions on this subject. When we told them we were having a baby, they both leaped in the air and yelled, "Yay!" Within ten seconds, Abby declared, "I hope it's a girl!" and Caleb yelled, "I hope it's a boy!"
Do not worry-Abby solved the problem. She said, "Maybe it will be twins-a boy and a girl!"
Thank you Dora the Explorer and your big sister storyline.
No matter who is growing in here, I am overwhelmed with joy to meet him or her. And praying everyday for sanity.