of grateful praise

Maybe it was stress. After all, I had been tending to my very sick boys for a week. Including a most frightening visit to the ER. See HERE. No sleep + stress... yup, that'll do it. Or, perhaps it was that I was consistently working out. Harder than I ever have. In my life. Apparently, working out hardcore can do it to you. But that was not it either. I was 5 days late. What else could it be, but this...

WOW! I figured I'd take the test and start the next day. That seems to be the way it works, for me at least. I'm late. I take a test. I start the next day. But not this time. This time, shock. An unexpected surprise indeed. Scot was at work. I sat alone, in awe. 3? We are going to have 3! It was what we had always talked of, but never sure about. We were not "trying." For 12+ years, our birth control method had worked perfectly. When we were ready to "try" we conceived quite easily. {Which is another story in itself, seeing that I had horrible endometriosis and was supposed to have tremendous difficulty becoming pregnant. Perhaps that will be Part 2 of this story.} All I could think of upon seeing the results of this test was that this was completely God. We had not planned this. But, He had. And I am so thankful. I feel utterly blessed beyond measure. I am elated to be experiencing the most beautiful gift of pregnancy and childbirth. It is the most fascinating experience that I do so enjoy. Okay, I know... the morning sickness, the fatigue, the backache, the heartburn, the delivery. It's not all pretty. But it is truly an experience of a lifetime. And I am thrilled to have another go at it. Thank you Lord. For knowing our hearts. For providing for our family. For blessing us. We are now a family of 5.