Cat’s out of the bag.
Here it is…
There are 30 months between numbers 1 and 2
There are 23 months between numbers 2 and 3
There are 20 months between numbers 3 and 4  
There will be 23 months between numbers 4 and 5
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Five.
Five.
Five.
Surrounded by boxes, hungry kids and a giant moving truck in the farm driveway… me and a curious trip to the bathroom with a Walgreens bag.  
 
THE DAY AFTER WE MOVED IN.
I almost fainted.
My world began to spin.
I almost fainted.
Serious.
That’s never happened to me before.
Wait. 
 What about this “Turbo Fire body” I’ve been working so hard on???
Wait?  
What about the weedless garden I was going to have this year?
Wait?  
What about the stress that I am finally getting under control??
Wait?  
What about saving for a trip to Disney World?
Wait!
Wait!
Wait!
Wait?  What about labor?  My heart began to pound at the thought of going thru that again.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want another baby.
In fact, I had shed MANY tears this past year over the thought of being “done”.
Wait.
Love.
Instant.  Glorious.  Love.
It happens so fast.
As the days passed, I acclimated.
I was humbled by God.
This one… this FIFTH was His idea.
Not mine.
Wait?  
You mean I am not in control????   
Now – if you are a longtime reader – you know I am in the throws of horrible all day sickness.
And we are in the same place as the last pregnancy – low, low progesterone and high risk for loss.
So, I am on the cream.  
Exhausted.
Hugging my babies…
and the toilet.
Praying to hold
“P.R. le Cinqieme” sometime this August.
So very unexpected.   

  

FIVE.    

 

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