It's hard for me to announce it for many reasons, and one is because I have a very very tender spot in my heart for those who are trying-to get pregnant, to hold onto a pregnancy, to adopt, to find peace with a path they never thought they'd have to walk one day. With my first three pregnancies, in my late 20's, I never gave a thought to these struggles-I was that oblivious girl who thought if you wanted a baby, you got one 9 months later. I cringe when I think of that young, carefree me, but a tiny part of me will always wish that I could get that "carefree" back in my vocabulary when it comes to pregnancy. After those three blessings, I learned quickly what it feels like to want something so badly that everyone else seems to be getting so easily, to feel like many don't "get it", to deal with the few comments or questions or actions that are hurtful or just plain rude. I also know that there are places that friends have traveled when it comes to fertility/pregnancy/babies that I can't even imagine...after all I have five healthy children, and am so so lucky and grateful that my sixth is on his/her way. An incredible blessing.
So thank you. We are all so happy and excited here. We didn't tell Andrew (my fourth and the one that has yet to build a fortified filter between his mouth and his thoughts sometimes) till just last week, on the premise that we (Andrew and I and Jeff) had talked and thought he was old enough to have this deep responsibility to keep a secret for all of 7 days-we made a big deal out of it. He blurted out, "Oh don't worry Mom and Dad. I have SO many secrets stored up in my brain, and I haven't said a word about them to anyone. I can keep this one up there too." Somehow, that wasn't the answer I was looking for but it made us all burst out laughing.