... but I'll just spill it.
Yep. We are now expecting baby #7.
It's been a fairly typical pregnancy so far... lots of nausea (thank God for Zofran!!), lots of naps, and very little energy/inclination to do much of anything.
My kids have been SUCH little troupers (I love you all so much!!!) They have let me sleep (for the most part), and have really gone out of their way to help each other, whether it is Sean, who regularly makes his brothers' beds for them... or Christopher, who loves to make his little brother breakfast in the morning... or Thomas, who is doing his best to cheer me up by grabbing my face and saying, "I wuv you, Mommy. You'we beautiful!"... or Reilly and Kathryn, who have really stepped up to the plate and taken care of Marie so wonderfully well.
I'll admit, though, that this pregnancy comes with some anxiety. No, not with the numbers -- heck, once we got past our third child, we realized that additional ones weren't really all that difficult.
No, the problem is with the house and the car.
We now [drumroll] must purchase a 15 passenger van. I am totally freaked out by this, so if any of you drive one, leave me some encouraging words in the comments, OK? I'm terrified to drive a monstrosity such as this, even though Suburban Cowgirl assures me it's not all "that bad."
Two, we now have no choice. We must add on to the house. As you may recall, my husband built some pretty darn cool looking bunk beds (with trundle) so that we could get 3 children to a room.
Four children simply WILL NOT FIT. Period.
My head is simply reeling with the staggering financial implications of this child. (although we have so many who have promised us a portion of their lottery winnings, so we should be set!)
Seriously, if you could remember to pray for us, I would really appreciate it. I thank God for allowing us another blessing...but I'm really trying hard not to freak out over all that needs to be done now.