Oops, We Did It Again!

Made another baby, that is.

Bailey is going to be a big sister this Christmas!

If you're thinking, what the hell?!, well...join the crowd, because I'm thinking the same thing.  I still don't know how this baby came to be, except by sheer miracle.  Don't get me wrong, I'm already in love with it...him...her?  But we did not plan this.  In fact, we were actively trying to prevent it.  I wanted to lose more weight before trying for another, and Scott and I had thought about it and decided that another summer baby would be perfect...so we were going to start trying this fall.  But, you know what they say.  Man plans and God laughs.

Speaking of God...I'm not one to go all religious on anybody, but I truly do think that He had a hand in this.  And, surprisingly, so does Scott.  You see, a little over a month ago we got the news that Scott's grandmother is battling stage IV bone cancer and was given one to two years to live.  Scott is very close to her and was devastated by the news.  We all were.  A few weeks after that, while still trying to process everything, we found out we were pregnant.  Trust me when I say that we were both shocked. Without going into detail, suffice it to say that there is no possible way this could have happened.  None.

To be honest, I didn't quite believe it until I had my first ultrasound and saw that teeny little heart beating.  And then I almost fell off the examining table when they told me my due date....Christmas Day.  Not only did we not plan it, but even if we had there's no way we could have planned it that well!  A Christmas baby!  Kind of made me think of another Christmas baby who was also something of a miracle.

So Scott and I came to the conclusion that, given all the facts and the timing, there is a higher power pulling all the strings here.  We're sort of also thinking that this baby was "sent" here to help us all heal from the news of Scott's grandmother's illness...and, in a way, to give her something to live a little longer for.  When we told her that we were pregnant again, she yelped, and then turned around and in, typical Mom-Mom fashion, said "Well, shit, I can't die now!  I've got another great-grandbaby to see born!"

And I fully believe that she will.

Scott fully believes that it's going to be a boy.  He said the same thing about Bailey, and she's more of a girl than I am, so we'll see.

I'm 10 weeks along right now, and feeling good.  So tired I can barely keep my eyes open at any point during the day, and hungry all the time (I'm scarfing down leftover potato salad as I write this---and it's only 9am), but feeling great.  As with Bailey, I'm super nervous and wanting to make sure that everything is okay with this baby.  I've got another appointment next week and am so looking forward to hearing the heartbeat!  Until then, I have to comfort myself with the fact that my boobs still feel like they've been used as punching bags, I'm falling asleep in the middle of the day, and I eat more for breakfast than most people will eat all day....so everything's GOT to be okay in there!