Well, OK, my wife is.
Yes, 10 years after child number 4, number 5 is on the way and due next Spring (D.V.).
Just when I was getting ready for winding down…
How old are we? Let’s just say I’ll be a Senior the year after he/she is…although at slightly different ends of the spectrum. Shona’s age? Let’s just say she’s as young as the day I married her.
It’s been a great joy to see so many others rejoice with us. Some of the reactions have been unforgettably priceless. I should have taken pictures and secretly recorded them.
I’m grateful for the chance to put into practice many of the painful lessons I’ve learned over the last 16 years of parenting. This should be just about the perfect child by the time I’m finished with him/her.
I’m conscious of the greater risks at this age for both my wife and the baby. Taking nothing for granted and praying for the Lord’s mercy.
As my wife has suffered with pre-partum depression before, we are working hard to build up her physical, mental, and emotional reserves by ensuring she gets extra rest, sleep, and relaxation. It helps that we don’t have toddlers hanging on to her legs this time.
Glad to have two mini-moms (aged 9 & 10) ready to spring into action with the diapers.
I should have ticked the “Pregnancy” box when I filled out the medical insurance application 5 years ago.
After almost dying last year from blood clots in my lungs, God’s given me not just an extension of life but another life to care for.
People are obsessed with knowing, “Was it a surprise?” (Or as someone said, “Is it an ‘Oops’ baby?”). My best answer so far, “It wasn’t a surprise to God.” Any other ideas?
Comment that left me most speechless: “At least you’ll have something to show for your sabbatical!”