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On May 3, 1988 I was born, and on Decemeber 31, 2010 I found out I was pregnant.

In between these dates, I lived the majority of my life holding baby dolls, playing with children, driving the nursery workers at church insane, babysitting, dreaming of motherhood, falling in love, and getting married… and dreaming of motherhood a little more.  I was the child who couldn’t stand being in a room with a baby while not approaching that baby.  When a mom held her child, I would befriend either the mom or the child (whichever appeared less of a challenge) with the sole intention of getting that child into my arms.  My childish habit that lacked little restraint — and was probably slightly annoying to parents — was a habit I never outgrew.  As an adult, I recognized my creepy ability to sense a baby in the room, and always tried to resist the temptation of abandoning my group of friends in order to befriend a little person.  But resisting was hard, and I can’t honestly say I ever broke my habit.

One day, I met my husband… he just wasn’t my husband yet.  He was a tall, pretty skinny, broad-shouldered, handsome guy with a deep voice and joviality that was irresistible.  He was the best.  Also, he loved kids.  A few days after we met, we were talking about kids and, in his attractively open manner, he said, “I want to have six kids.”  Six kids?  Six kids just happened to be how many I wanted one day.  This.is.love.  Two long years later, in the month of June, we got married.

Life after June 11, 2010 could not have been better.  Life is a game, and winning is always on our side!  We can’t buy hubby new shoes when they’re falling apart?  Ah, who needs ’em!  Can’t go on a date?  Pizza at the park is the best!  Out of groceries?  Hey, I found some frozen broth in the freezer!  We are super-people… unstoppable.  Because life is just that fun.  We even started going to a new church that is 1 hour away from where we live, and God has provided us the ability to somehow load up with gas to get there.  We marvel at His providence, and the vivacious joy of being newly married has been a grand vessel in overlooking what could seem a burden.

Still, in all of our newly married adventures, we couldn’t help but long for a little squirming bean (wearing onesie pajamas — the kind with the little footies attached) in our arms.

The Holidays arrived, our families were in town, Christmas songs were dancing through the air, and life was as sweet as ever.  My hopes of a baby grew into a suspicion that perhaps there WAS a baby, and on the morning of December 31, while Caleb was at work, I got a “positive.”  I was pregnant.  I whaaaaaa?  No way.  Did it really say that?  Yes.  It’s positive.  I cried and cried — in fact, I’ve never bawled my eyes out as I did in those moments.  Life was literally too good to be true.  I was flooded with every memory of desire I once had for a little baby, and was so overwhelmed, only tears could take me.  Caleb came home and I told him the good news.  A baby!  We are thrilled and so grateful.

Needless to say, this blog might turn into “Hey, I’m pregnant — watch me grow” blog.  I’m too excited to keep all of this happiness to myself.

On another note, I’m honored to almost be that mom in the room holding the baby.  And when a little girl runs up with pleading arms, I will gladly — and with full understanding — hand over my sweetie.

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