Sinking In

Alright, first off, let me say THANK YOU for all the sweet comments, phone calls, and emails. I think Tyler is a little astonished at the response, but let me tell you, one day into "the news" and I am really appreciative of all the support and/or sympathy. I am not real sure what the due date is (calling the OB/GYN is now on the to do list), but my sister (a birthing expert) says I should be due on/about May 15th. I am a huge fan of being induced early, so I'm not above planning on a May day baby. Who knows. I imagine my OB will tsk tsk us for not doing anything permanent, but that will probably be mild compared to strangers reactions at Sam's Club.

I have spent a lot of time trying to figure out what kind of a change this will bring into our family, and I still can't really wrap my brain around it. I do think I should probably stop talking about it before people get tired of hearing about it. The only area of our life that probably won't need some adjusting is our car situation. My brother-in-law did point out that we've already outgrown Tyler's truck, a year into it, so I wouldn't be surprised to catch Tyler perusing the truck section of ebay again. WAIT, we'll have 7 people now, so any way we slice it we're probably not going to fit in a truck. Oh my heck :) Until we know the gender I have no idea if the rooming situation, but I do feel like it will mean we have to get rid of some of our stuff to make more room for other stuff. I'm starting to formulate a "wish list" of things to borrow/buy to get us through the baby stages. Like, a baby bjorn for Swiss Days next year. Oh, and so much more.

A couple of people have asked how long we have known, and I am not fibbin' when I say we literally found out yesterday when the magic stick showed us a double line. I think I knew in the back of my mind that the combination of sore ta-ta's, an increase in my bathroom visits to piddle, and the overcoming tiredness could not all be PMS. I was still trying to figure out an alternative rationale, though, when we took the test. So, again, lots of prayers and crossed fingers that this pregnancy remains healthy and we'll be happy . . . for all 40 weeks (38 if I'm lucky and we're really healthy). All last week I felt totally wiped, and with school and carpool, etc. I was on the go every morning. Because we have drastically limited the kids TV time during the week (we'll see how long that lasts when I need more naps and the Disney channel is available to babysit) I suggested that Caylee, Brevin, and I read books one afternoon for something to do. Grandpa Garrard had sent home a bag full of new books, so we all laid down pillows on the floor and started to read. By book four I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open, and since Brock was asleep and I knew I was almost a gonner, I suggested to Caylee and Brevin that we just close our eyes for fifteen minutes to rest. Well, Brevin ended up with a penalty for trying to sneak off and Caylee can't tell time, so about 20 minutes of silent, still, laying on the floor with pillows and blankets, we all fell asleep. Thankfully I didn't have to drive pick-up carpool that day, so when Kenzie got home she found us asleep on the floor. Naturally (have I raised her well or what?) she grabbed the camera and took this picture of us:

(Brevin's on the far right)

Of course, the flash woke us up, so the next couple are after our refreshing "mandatory quiet time"naps: Doesn't Brevin look like he woke up on the right side of the nappy-time folded over blanket? Oh well, I figure we may be having a lot of afternoon snoozes on the family room floor the next few weeks.

Thanks again for all the good wishes :) I'm sure I won't be able to contain myself much (about this pregnancy) on my blog, but I'll try and tame it in person. Have a great week, everyone!