Surprise!!! Ryan and I are expecting our third child! To answer so so many questions, yes, we were surprised too.
I’ve been told multiple times in my life that I probably could not conceive starting at age 18 or 19. It was not a big deal to me at the time, I was young and assumed I would never get married either. Ryan married me knowing that we probably would never have biological children and we never were “trying.” It was never on the table, so it was never something we talked about or thought about.
We started providing foster care very soon after we married. Parenting 8 children in a span of 4 years was a whirlwind. Our “placement ages” were preschool aged and above, so the fact that 6/8 of those children were younger than that is funny to me. We fully supported the goal of every case, including the two that would one day be our sons.
We took our boys home at 8 days old and 5 days old. They were adopted later as toddlers. With all of the turmoil and second hand trauma of foster care, we assumed that Jon was our last child.
Sometimes, when we make plans, God laughs.
Late this spring, during soccer season, I started to become nauseous almost every day, and very badly. I assumed it was anxiety, as that is one of my natural responses to it. But, I didn’t feel anxious. After several weeks of feeling miserable, I googled my symptoms…because what else does a millennial do?
Later that night, I joked with a friend that according to google, I either had stomach cancer or was pregnant. Considering my grandmother died of a very aggressive stomach cancer, it was probably a bad joke. But, pregnancy was the least likely option out of those two.
Just to rule it out…because I was told to do that, I took a pregnancy test. In the moment, it was a waste of time in my eyes. Well, one thing led to another and SEVEN positive pregnancy tests later, here we are.
I was so nervous for the first appointment. Maybe the tests were wrong somehow? But, it was confirmed that there is a tiny little baby growing in my belly.
Holy plot twist batman.
After the initial shock, Ryan and I are very excited. We told those in our immediate small circles first and the news was met with joy and excitement. Probably questions, but no one asked them at that moment.
I can’t explain what happened. But, I do know that my body shows no signs of all the things that caused the doctor to say pregnancy was never possible. Insane. Mind blown. Blessing. Miracle.
Our boys are very excited for a little brother or sister. Our oldest son is very curious, talks to my belly everyday, and talks ABOUT the coming sibling often. The younger one is also excited for a new playmate and to “finally be a big brother too.” The ironic thing is, in February this past school year, they both came home from school one day telling me they were going to have a baby sister one day.
We don’t know if we are welcoming a boy or girl yet, but just a few months later, the boys got their wish for a sibling.
I’m so thankful for Ryan, my boys, and the little baby growing inside of me. I would so appreciate prayers for a healthy and safe pregnancy and baby! I have had to change my most of my medications for anxiety/diabetes so I would also appreciate prayers and support as I manage that as well.
There you have it….and again, yes we were surprised too 🙂
Our little miracle baby is coming in January!
KM
