Because I’m Horrible at Keeping Secrets

HEY-YO!
Just one of those days I decided to take a pregnancy test “just for fun.” And just in case my eyes were playing tricks on me, I took another one the next week.

Thank God that gone are the days when you are trying to figure out if the line is darker or not. Technology is amazing.

Without further ado, the star of this post.

I am about nine weeks along, due May 26. I know I am breaking tradition with the hiding the news until you are past the first trimester, but my husband and I have always been really bad at keeping secrets, especially big ones. Seriously, my family members are all, “don’t tell Sylvia, she can’t keep a secret to save her life!” Which isn’t true, of course. And I have been so sick with morning sickness, I just needed to commiserate with some of my online mama friends. I seriously have not been this sick since I was pregnant with Ruth. The poor girls have been stuck in the house the past two weeks watching mama throw up. Sub optimal. Scott has been invaluable, though. Bringing home dinner, doing the dishes, bathing the girls and putting them to bed, basically everything I have been unable to do. Here’s hoping I’m out of the woods soon and start feeling better.

To answer some questions you might have, no I am not hoping for a boy (I couldn’t care less about the sex), but I would be lying if I said Scott wasn’t hoping for his boy, and Wren and baby boo will be about 17 months apart. People always ask if our pregnancies are planned, but our answer to that is that we do not care if we planned these babies or God did, we love each one as much as the last.

Fasten your seatbelts, because we are about to embark on the adventure of having four under four! We couldn’t be more excited.