I have big news. And that news is growing bigger every day -- requiring a wardrobe overhaul every 3 weeks it seems.
I’m having a baby!
A little boy. And he’s coming in August, so I don’t have much more time for this news to soak in. Perhaps announcing him to the world will help dispel my disbelief. Like one big pinch.
I only just told my kids a couple of weeks ago and my family found out on Mother’s Day. I’ve known for quite a while, but was amused by the idea of everyone else enjoying a rather short wait from May till August. At least, that’s the simplified version of things -- the version that skips over waiting to see that the pregnancy was going to stick well into the second trimester.
I’ve never had an easy time getting pregnant and I haven’t always had the best of luck in having a pregnancy keep past 14 weeks or so, hence the crazy-big age gaps between my children. (There are 8 years between Elijah and Charlotte, and nearly 7 years between Charlotte and this baby.)
But this guy was a complete surprise -- ergo my disbelief. In fact, the week I got pregnant was the same week I got rid of all of my baby gear -- all but the girl clothes -- and only because I ran out of time. So long stroller, so long swing, so long car seats, so long toys, clothes -- everything. Ah, Murphy’s Law. Not that there are a whole lot of Elijah’s baby clothes that I’m wishing I had back -- 15 years was a long time ago.
So guess who gets to go shopping! And soak every step of this up like a thirsty sponge.
