When I was young(er), I was convinced that I was going to have four kids. I also thought I’d be married by age 22 . . . so my plans did not work out as I wanted them to. Having my first baby at age 31 was not in the plan, nor was having baby #2 at 33. However, I’m meeting lots of moms in my same shoes. We all say that we think child bearing would have been easier 10 years ago, but here we are. So as baby #2 does its thing and is developing in the womb, I have days where I think man, this is it. I’m tired! Working, chasing a toddler around, keeping a house, and being pregnant is hard stuff! There’s no way I could do this a third or fourth time. But then I get this little thought that says no, don’t say that. It (He really) reminds me that I don’t know what my future holds. So on that note . . .
While we were in New York, my aunt checked my pulse and declared that this baby is a boy. She’s very knowledgeable about medical issues, so she could be right. But I prayed and prayed for a girl. So we’ll wait and see. That night after hearing my aunt’s thoughts, Mark and I laid in bed, and he read to me the portion of scripture that says that God chose this child, formed it in the womb, and made it for a particular purpose. So that means that the sex of this baby is really a non-issue. The important thing is that this baby is God’s design, given to us to raise in the Lord, and we’re blessed either way. I knew that, but I had to really come to agreement with that. I’ve had my heart set on having a little girl for so very long . . . yet really, I’ve enjoyed every day of my son’s life, every moment of his boyishness, every sound of his “brrrrrrooom, grrrr” car noises that he makes at my feet while I cook dinner. I love being the mama of a boy. And if I have a second boy, I’ll just get double the fun. I’ll live if I never get to have tea time or go shopping with a little girl. So I’ve embraced this baby, and I’m excited to hear if it is a girl or boy. And I’m most eager to meet this new little person. We have a long wait still, yet I’m going to enjoy it as this may or may not be the last time I get to experience pregnancy. Only God knows . . .