Reunited

WARNING: This is a long SHOCKING post BUT very intriguing to say the least! I don't even know how to begin this post. I am entering this post with fear and trepidation due to the words I am about to type. I have tried to compose this post SEVERAL times in my head, but was too afraid to actually type it. Now, due to growth, I am need to face my fears.

I know I am being vague. I am still trying to hide behind it. We still cannot believe it. We are still shocked. We are a bit numb. We did something to prevent it. We were done. We are cautiously excited. We are in AWE of God's humor! Sometimes all we can do it shake our heads and laugh.

To be frank, here it goes. Due to God's miraculous will, Danny and I are expecting our fifth baby. There, I said it! Okay stop laughing!

Yes, I had a tubal ligation when I had Margaux last year. Oddly enough, there is a 1 in 200 chance of pregnancy with tubal ligation. I just happen to be that lucky one. My doctor informed me (after my positive pregnancy test, positive blood test and 2 ultrasounds), that I was the first one in the history of the practice that this has happened to. Woohoo!


To be blunt, it seems that one of my cut tubes grew back together. My "part" wiggled past a clips, thru the new tube, past the other side of the clip, and met up with Danny's "part" and together they happily floated down to my tummy to begin a little life together. The song "Reunited" keeps playing in my head as I envision the "parts" uniting.


Obviously this is God's will. Because of the current...hmmm..."liveliness" in our home right now, we don't understand God's will, but we are humbled that he chose this clear plan for us, and of course we are willing to do it.

So please don't laugh at me when I am out and about town with FIVE children hanging off me and my grocery cart. Please don't laugh at me when my clothes are wrinkled because I didn't have time to iron them, or worse yet if I am wearing the same outfit a few days in a row because it is easier to wear it then pick out a new outfit.

Please don't laugh at me if I forget to take a curler out of my hair on my way to church Sunday morning, or if I am perspiring profusely from trying to get five children to church on time Sunday morning in 90 degree weather...alone...only to realize I forgot one at home.

AND PLEASE don't laugh at me when you see my "5 times pregnant belly" that is bigger at eleven weeks, than my sister Dolly's "first time pregnant belly" at eighteen weeks!

We finally told the children at 7:00 Tuesday morning before Danny went to work. We just wanted to make sure things were progressing properly before we told them the big news. As you can see above, 2 are thrilled, one is just taking it all in and one is thinking, "No, I'm supposed to be the baby!" (I agree.)

The baby is due December 5, the worst time possible for us as far as Danny's job/church. But, no worries, it is all in God's plan. Each morning I ask God to give me this day my daily bread (strength to do whatever the day calls for). I also think on these verses, Isaiah 46:10-11, which I came across the day before all this pregnancy stuff came to fruition. If you get a moment read these verses. It was a wake up call for me as far as God's plan for me and Danny individually and together as a couple.


And lastly, to answer a few questions:
1. The children are going back to the Christian school they were in last year, even though it is 25 minutes away and to fill up the truck cost over $100 a week.
2. We are in the process of finding an even bigger used Suburban (one that has 2 bench seats in the back instead of one bench and to chairs---its all about those honkin big car seats, we will have THREE).
3. No we are not finding out the gender of the baby. We love the surprise!
4. No, ____, I am not getting a nanny. To include another person in on our chaos would be cruel and inhumane punishment.
5. Yes, I am getting refixed and Danny is getting fixed too!

Please feel free to pass on the news! It will be one less thing for us to explain.