Oh man!

I've had a lot of stress in my life over the last few months. I've bought a house, estranged myself from my in-laws, somehow managed to make it through this quarter of my Master's program, and have been working on my relationship with Mark. I was finally getting used to life in the new house and trying to figure out where everything was going to fit when I realized that I hadn't been visited by my monthly friend. So, by the random chance that I might be pregnant, I decided to dig out my pregnancy tests left over from when I had Ethan.

YIKES! The first one that I took on Sunday night was positive. But the test was expired, so it had to be wrong, right? I took another one on Monday... still positive. Ok. This is becoming a possibility and a problem, what in the world am I going to do?! So, I called my mom (practically sobbing) and told her that I had a really big problem. She asked what was wrong, and I told her that I thought I might be pregnant. Let's just say that my her's and my dad's responses weren't any more encouraging. And number three on Wednesday turned positive before I had a chance to even set it on the bathroom counter!

The strange thing was, though, that I didn't have any symptoms... none. I wasn't tired, or sick, various body parts felt completely normal. I kept thinking and comparing the facts of my two previous pregnancies with Moriah and Ethan; and remembering how completely miserable I was. Ugh. After seriously considering my three different options - adoption, abortion, and keeping the baby; I made an appointment to confirm that the three expired HPT that I used must have been wrong. So, I made an appointment to see a doc on Thursday afternoon for a "real" pregnancy test.

Sure enough, number three is on the way; with an unapproximate date of delivery around November 6th.

After ruminating on this predicament for the last week, God has blessed me with a better understanding of how some women feel so stuck that their only option is abortion; yet, he has also changed my heart and helped me come to grips with the fact that I'm going to be a mom to three kiddos, which is kind of exiciting! At least Ethan will be 2 and Moriah will be almost 5 by the time Number 3 arrives.