To catch everyone up. Our little boy arrived, J.A.P, 1/13/13, and it has been busy around here since then. And now we are expecting baby number 2, exactly how God planned.
God is good at showing me he is in control even when I want to be in control, and I am trying to keep that in mind and close to my heart right now. When Adam and I decided we were ready to talk about baby number 2, I told him I wanted it to be a surprise. I knew it would be next to impossible to surprise me with a pregnancy, but I put it out there. I track everything in an app I have, so the likelihood of being surprised, was pretty much none. We tried for about 4 months, with nothing.
March comes around and I was hoping it would happen this month. I was a day or two late and had taken a couple tests, all negative. So I did what any woman would do who wanted an answer one way or another, and let murphy's law take over. I put on white pants and went to the store and bought a 3 pack of the expensive pregnancy tests. It worked like a charm. I had my confirmation that I wasn't pregnant before I had a chance to take a test.
We planned to not try in April, because I wanted to try to avoid another Christmas/Birthday sharing baby. So I began planning and hoping for a leap day baby. Well the end of April came around. Even though I wasn't late yet, and knew based on timing and planning it was VERY unlikely that I was pregnant... I had a whole 3 pack of pregnancy tests waiting....so I took one.
Well, God managed to give me exactly what I wanted, a surprise. I was shocked... and then my next emotion was guilt. The last time I got pregnant, I took a test without telling Adam I was doing it, and it was positive. I just walked out of the bathroom with a dazed expression on my face and asked him if I was reading the test right. There was no surprise for him or excitement of taking the test together. I wanted it to be better and different this time. I had planned to take the test together and let him find out at the same time as me, but now that was not gonna happen. So I immediately went into planning mode. I made a shirt for the new Big brother and painted my belly to say "Hi Daddy". When the boys got home, daddy went upstairs to change like he does every day, and I quickly changed the little man's shirt and gave him a "present" to give daddy. I taught him to tell daddy he was going to be a brother.
It worked perfectly. The little man said everything like he was supposed to and Daddy was surprised. Our new little surprise is due right around New Year's 2016, and I couldn't be more excited.
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