When I found out I was pregnant with Sierra, I was scared.
I had never walked that road and wasn't sure what to expect. I was anxious and worried.
When I found out I was pregnant with Dean, I was shocked.
Sierra was barely a year old and I was unsure if I was prepared for another baby but we welcomed the news with joy and celebrations.
When I found out I was pregnant with Christopher, I was upset... at first.
We had not planned or intended to have another, at least not right then. But after the initial shock wore off, we rejoiced and enjoyed the process once again.
When I found out I am pregnant with my fourth baby this past Thursday, bringing our Gaffner Chaos to a grand total of five children, I was and am ready.
I know that sounds ridiculous but I have known for at least the last several months that this was going to happen. I have had feelings, inclinations, even dreams. I talked to Michael about the possibility of having another. I was ready for the news when the tests came back positive. Yes I said tests... as in multiple. I never trust just one positive. So after three pregnancy tests, I resolved to realize that I was in fact, expecting another baby.
I am expecting joy.
I am expecting blessing.
I also expect to be teased and hassled.
People consider any woman who bears more than the average 2.5 children to be strange. People, I suppose, don't realize how much I enjoy being a mother or how much I know that God made me for this exact purpose.
So I expect quite a lot this time around. But more than the ridiculous comments or the jokes.. I expect to be blessed with another child that God has entrusted me to raise and love. I expect to strengthen my relationship with my husband and children as I rely on them through this time. I expect to put my trust and hope in my Lord to grant me patience and comfort. I expect to be a mommy to a baby boy or baby girl that God has taken the time to form in my belly... and I expect to be continually and incredibly happy.
As you can tell... I am expecting a lot. :-)