Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Hello, she's still alive and kicking!

Okay, I had all of these grand ideas about announcing this will a cute picture of Max holding a sign that says "big brother", etc. But you are just going to have to use your imagination, because I'm really really tired, a little overwhelmed with housework/cooking dinner/Christmas concert for the entire school/trying to keep up with Max/and gestating. Yes, I'm pregnant!!!!!!!!!!!!

Most of you have no idea how long Jack and I have been trying (2 1/2 years) and how badly I've prayed for this. I really felt like Elizabeth in the bible, pleading and pleading for another child. Jack and I were even almost at the point of trying to investigate adoption. I'm definitely not a fertile myrtle, let's just put it that way. There are several emotions that pop up when you are trying to get pregnant, like jealousy, fear, sadness, resignation, hope, frustration. All I can say is that the Lord definitely let me sweat it out for awhile. Maybe Max needed to be older to be able to handle it, or maybe (more likely) I needed Max to be older for ME to be able to handle it.
My life is a whirlwind of doctor's appointments: specialists in Phoenix, my very cautious OB, ultrasound techs at the hospital, now maybe a psychologist? In between doctor's visits, I'm fighting with Max to get him potty trained (I've tried bribery, force, coercion, enthusiasm, all to no avail) picking up the slack for my very busy husband around the house, and trying to teach and complete my first portion of my National Board Certification. Do you get bonus points for being tired and pregnant? Right now little Fleming is 14 weeks old and doing well. I'm afraid that I have another spitfire on my hands. I can already tell. Do two crazy children equal preoccupied children that let you get things done? Or is there some kind of chemical reaction when the two collide that cause the planets to shift orbits? Only time will tell.