Thoughts of a surprised mom

Going, er, you know, potty on a stick is a very unromantic way to check if one's pregnant. It seems somehow unequal such a potentially joyous occasion. Despite that, as we all filed into the bathroom, me, followed by Carter, followed by Paige (What mother uses the toilet alone? Not me!), followed by Brian (I think Brian followed partly to keep the kids out of my hair while I was "busy," partly to be there himself when the results showed up), excitement, knowing, accompanied by anxious denial all filled me till I felt I might just burst. . .

~Intermission~

Nothing's happening ... But then color, purplish pink to be exact, slowly seeped across the "window." Brian and I stood, heads together, looking at the "stick" which would determine our future. "There's just one line," came Brian's disappointed but a-little-bit-relieved voice. "No...," I said, "that's a positive sign, honey." We slowly looked up at each other as goofy grins stole across our faces. Surprise, we're pregnant! Ready or not, here comes number three.

Surprise!

We were recently surprised by an exciting discovery. All the signs were suggesting it. We are expecting Baby Raybon number 3. I'm excited to meet this little one. The big day is December 11th or so.
Morning sickness has come on with vigor, and I am so blessed to have such an understanding husband. Yesterday, after a day that was less productive than I had hoped it would be, Brian complemented the cleanliness of our apartment. When I told him that I had fallen asleep putting Carter to bed for nap time, he asked, "Did you get a good nap?" My other saving grace has been the good ol' Unisom and B6 cocktail.
Paige is convinced that she has a baby in her tummy as well which is too cute. "My baby is hungry," she tells me.
Oh and who knew I would start showing so soon. I'm just over seven weeks along and have a little baby bump that family members have noticed. Look out. Big bump coming.