There’s a certain point where, if you buy a pregnancy test, people feel compelled to comment on your purchase, to note the large numbers of children already milling about, to ask if you want to be pregnant, to wonder how many you intend to have, and to observe that cable television might be the solution to your “problem”. I reached that point quite a while ago, so even though I’ve suspected for about a week and a half, and been pretty sure for several days, I had to figure out how to get my hands on a pregnancy test without attracting undo attention. I figured it would be best to go to a store in another county, but not on post.
I finally got one yesterday, my forty-third birthday, and my little blue line appeared immediately, dark and bold.
The children are extremely excited. I told them all in dribs and drabs, and each time, there was squealing, jumping, laughter, and prayers for baby’s well-being.
And me? I am nauseated, which is how I know everything is going along just fine, and otherwise contemplating my “advanced maternal age” and the trials and blessings of raising children long past the age that other women have thrown in the towel. I think we’ve got to be insane, but then I look at Evie, and I know we are the sanest people on the planet.
Nothing is more important than this. Not even sleep. 😉
Baby is due around April 9, and we’d both appreciate prayers for a healthy pregnancy and a safe delivery! And maybe a very mild case of morning sickness. Thanks!