I have been so bad about posting anything on my blog. I figured I was way past overdue for an up date. Sooooo . . . December 7, 2012 we found out the shocking but exciting news that we are expecting #3. I only took a test because I wanted to take a big dose of Ibuprofen for a migraine and wanted to make sure it was safe. Needless to say, I was a little surprised by the two lines. Don't get me wrong, I was excited and thankful that God had blessed us with another child, but, nonetheless, I had that rush of fears and anxiety concerning all the changes to come. I was also a little concerned about how Brian would take the news, as he was pretty okay with two kids. Thank the Lord, Brian has handled this all very well and been quite supportive. Being very project-oriented and organized, he has already gotten the boys sharing a room with bunk beds, put the crib together, and gotten us a mini-van (thanks to his family in Annapolis). Another blessing, since I got rid of ALL our baby stuff, is that my dear friend Desiree gave me ALL of her baby stuff. The Lord has definitely provided for us. The boys are loving their bunk beds. Cole likes the responsibility of being on the top and Noah is content in his cave on the bottom. Surprisingly, Noah has been incredibly obedient about not getting on the top bunk without a grown-up in the room, so my anxieties regarding that have subsided. I was so incredibly sick the first trimester . . . definitely more than with the boys. Again, praise the Lord, it all ended right around 13 weeks and now, at almost 18 weeks, I feel great! We just can't wait to find out what this little one is in two weeks. I can honestly say that I don't mind either way. I can't settle on a preference because I love my boys so much that I would be thrilled to have a third, yet a girl would be something new and different. AND since this is our LAST one, I guess it is my last opportunity for a girl :) Anyway, I can't wait to bring the boys with us to the ultrasound to find out! They have been wonderful too. Noah loves to hug my belly, put stickers on the baby, and talk to the baby. He keeps assuring me how gentle he is with babies. Cole is a little less vocal about the whole thing, but he assures me that he will be a big help, and I know he is absolutely right. I am so grateful to be able to experience this whole process again and to be able to share it with my boys. 5 months to go!
