It's official. We're pregnant! April 18th is the due date. Paul thinks he can will the baby to be a boy as long as he talks to it about boy stuff and addresses it as "son" through my belly. While I say I don't care if it's a boy or girl, I'll admit that I tend to gravitate toward pink baby stuff. We won't get that news until early December...
I broke the big news to Paul back in August. We were sitting down to a normal dinner. Well, normally we're couch eaters but I insisted on eating at the table that night. Since I order a lot of tennis shoes at my job, Paul had asked me to keep an eye out for a pair that might work for his Mom. So I handed him a shoe box and said I'd found something I think she might like. Inside, much to his surprise, he found a miniature set of Nikes. The look on Paul's face was priceless, something I'll never forget. He swears he didn't look terrified, but I beg to differ. Ok maybe it was just EXTREME excitement. "Are you pregnant?!" "Yes..." "Seriously??" "Yes." After some hugs, kisses, dinner, and baby talk, that was that. Now what?
Fast forward to present day, and we're almost through the first trimester with a couple blurry pictures of the peanut to show for it. We talk about baby names, finances, and how the heck we're going to make closet space for another family member's things. Paul insists that we will never drive a mini-van and I say they make pretty cool ones these days! We appreciate our friends' & family's support so much--thanks for praying with us. I'm thankful that I have not been sick at all, just tired, and I still work out a few days a week. Basketball season starts next week for me, and Paul is working his butt off at school. So life is not much different--yet. Often times we ask, "shouldn't we be doing something? You know, to get ready?" I think once we find out the gender we'll get the ball rolling with our registry and the nursery and things like that. And I know Paul can't wait to go to Boot Camp for Dads at MUSC ;)
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! PSALM 127:3-5
