Always the Last to Know

So I haven't been feeling well for a number of weeks now. Being certain an old problem was rearing it's ugly head again, I visited the doctor and came out with a prescription. After taking the 14 day dosage and seeing only a mild improvement I was stumped and miserable.

This past Tuesday, as he is heading to an inspection, Sam is talking with his counterpart about my physical health. Carl immediately replies, "Sounds like you two have another bambino on the way!"

Sam was dumbfounded as to why he hadn't thought of that and of course everything from the past weeks started making a whole lot of sense. So he mentions this to me with a great bit of caution as he doesn't want to get his hopes up. I am shocked I never thought of it. Although I am in between hopeful elation and complete denial, I decide it's more likely than not at this point.

The next day I procure the needed materials to check it out (did I just find a refined way of saying I bought a pregnancy test?) and low and behold, without question, it's a sure thing. Still somewhat (okay much what) in denial I tell myself it must be the truckload of vitamins I took that morning that a great friend gave me to try and get me well from this strange and troubling ailment that has been zapping my life away. After another test Thursday morning there was no denial left.

Sam reacted with whoops and hollers to equal a Green Bay Packer SuperBowl win. It was quite cute and caused my mind to jump back in time 5 and some years ago when we were bringing Ellie home from the hospital and he said, "Well we've got this great van, now we just need to fill it up with kids." I suppose that means we technically need two more, but we'll just work on this one for now.

The children are 'super duper uper' excited. They talk about names, if it will be a boy or girl (each side has fabulous arguments for their case), and even wanting it to be everything from a hamster to a giraffe. I have tried to explain that I am fairly certain it will be human. I am not sure they are buying what I am selling. They pray for the baby in every prayer and are anxious for my belly to 'get really really big'. I can wait for that one. They talk and sing to my belly. But mostly they are glad that "at least mommy feels so yucky for a good reason". Yes indeed a very good reason.

So the Lockhart family eagerly awaits the arrival of number 5, and until then I am sure the 4 siblings awaiting will keep planning; sleeping arrangements, forts, names, holding, changing diapers, being mommies and mommy's helpers, and so on. It's so fun to see this through their eyes.

Yay for us!