I had a moment this morning where I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, “Uh yeah, girl. This is crazy.”
Maybe that should become my mantra.
It seems that much of my adult life has been filled with the “Uh, this is crazy” moments. The older I get, the slower I am to jump into crazy things. Looking back only a few years ago, I feel scared just thinking about what we decided to do with our life. Who willingly decides to do these things? Why are we insane? God, what have You done to us?
I mean it in the best way. Crazy means mentally deranged, but it also means wildly enthusiastic. And I am wildly enthusiastic about what God is capable of, even if it scares me. I’m only scared of what I don’t know. I’m not scared of what God can do; He is a reliable, steadfast foundation. He’s got me in His palm like the way a daddy holds his little girl’s hand. Little girl = me.
What has God done to us? What has He done in the past six years?
He has made us willing. He has taught us obedience that looks like foolishness from the outside. He has enlisted us to laughter and joy in the midst of trial. He has been a God who called us on waters and somehow, some way, we freakin’ walked on them.
I like what He has done.
This year, so far, has been one for the books already. There’s a lot of unknown in our future, but one thing we do know is that coming November, we’re going to add just one more little one.
We get to do this crazy thing called parenthood, and we get to add one more sweet baby to this team.
Here’s where you come in. Add me + Baby D 4.0 to your prayer list. I don’t keep secrets, so we’re letting the cat out of the bag early. This means I’m not in my second trimester yet, and I covet your prayers that we keep on keepin’ on, healthy and stable. Because of my ectopic pregnancy a few years ago, my body is notorious for producing low progesterone. We’re doing supplementation to keep levels up, but again, prayers here are essential.
Also, here’s the answers to all the inevitable questions:
- Yes, we did this on purpose.
- Yup, I still know how this happens, but please, if you feel the need to ask, don’t.
- I’m due November 9.
- Of course I’m hoping for a girl, but I also LOVE my boys. So give me a boy, give me a girl, but Lord do not give me both at once. (Don’t worry, no twins here.)
- Yes, I do feel a little nauseous. Consider giving me some crackers to snack on while we talk about how I’m feeling so I don’t barf because I forgot to eat. Exhausted, yes, that too. Babysitting services always welcome so I can nap.
- You’re right, I have done this a few times, but this time will probably be the hardest. I might go for a HoverRound once I hit 30 weeks because I know I’m going to hate walking/moving/standing.
- Probably never a good idea to touch my belly, unless we’ve had a few conversations.
Praise God, yeah? We’re elated. We can’t wait for this baby to join us. Thanks for your prayers in this time. You all are the real MVP.