third child

I have big news.  And that news is growing bigger every day — requiring a wardrobe overhaul every 3 weeks it seems.

I’m having a baby!

A little boy.  And he’s coming in August, so I don’t have much more time for this news to soak in.  Perhaps announcing him to the world will help dispel my disbelief.  Like one big pinch.

I only just told my kids a couple of weeks ago and my family found out on Mother’s Day.  I’ve known for quite a while, but was amused by the idea of everyone else enjoying a rather short wait from May till August.  At least, that’s the simplified version of things — the version that skips over waiting to see that the pregnancy was going to stick well into the second trimester.

I’ve never had an easy time getting pregnant and I haven’t always had the best of luck in having a pregnancy keep past 14 weeks or so, hence the crazy-big age gaps between my children. (There are 8 years between Elijah and Charlotte, and nearly 7 years between Charlotte and this baby.)

But this guy was a complete surprise — ergo my disbelief.  In fact, the week I got pregnant was the same week I got rid of all of my baby gear — all but the girl clothes — and only because I ran out of time.  So long stroller, so long swing, so long car seats, so long toys, clothes — everything.  Ah, Murphy’s Law.  Not that there are a whole lot of Elijah’s baby clothes that I’m wishing I had back — 15 years was a long time ago.

So guess who gets to go shopping!  And soak every step of this up like a thirsty sponge.