Life's surprises come in small packages
For five years, my husband and I have debated having another child.
We hesitated for a number of reasons: my age (old enough to be “at risk”), the kids getting older (now 5 and 7 and a half), my flip-floppy heart valves.
Well, the debate is over.
Baby No. 3 is well on its way.
When we got the surprise – ok, SHOCK – delivered to us, I kept holding up the test saying, “Really? Really?”
I still just about fell off the medical table at the first ultrasound when I saw legs and arms flailing about (and my newest child sucking its thumb).
I was awestruck and instantly in love.
My kids can’t wait. My husband can’t stop smiling.
A year ago I gave away my maternity clothes. Months before that we gave away the crib, high chair, bouncy seat and swing.
Not to worry, several friends have already offered their hand-me-downs and we’re excited to take them.
I have a small bump on my belly… big enough that I can’t wear my jeans, small enough that someone may just wonder if I’m gaining weight.
My daughter kisses my belly each time I drop her off at school. My son declared “It’s a boy” when he saw the ultrasound photos because “there is no girl hair.”
The awful nausea has started to go away. My fingers have started to swell.
And my husband and I look at each other now and then and say things like, “Oh, I forgot. We’ll need diapers.” And “Oh, how much is childcare?” And “We need a bigger car.”
Then we smile, laugh, and sigh at this big surprise – in a small package – at this point in our lives.