the news.

Oh my goodness. You all can make a girl and her littles feel LOVED. Thank you for the kind words and the outpouring of joy and excitement for this little one on the way. We are most certainly blessed!

I had to share a few details about the day we learned about this lil’ miracle babe.

It was right before we left for our beach vacation. I needed to run to Walgreens to pick up a few cards while the boys were at pre-school. While I was there, I had a VERY random nudge to buy a pregnancy test. I honestly never-in-a-million-years thought it would be positive. I didn’t know why I was buying it. I hadn’t bought one in over four years and had no reason to buy one now. But, still. I did it. I picked up the box and carried it to the front register.

And, lo and behold, the sweet cashier who typically checks me out when I’m printing photos for S’s care packages or getting a new passport photo or a VISA photo — the one who always asks about our girl — was working the register. She asked about S and our process and we talked as she scanned my cards…then, she stopped and looked at me in surprise when she scanned ‘the box.’ She asked, “what does this mean?!”

I panicked.

Y’all. It was an out of body experience. I lost all sense of time and space and forgot that I am a grown adult.

I replied – a little too quickly — in a shaky voice, “it’s… for a friend.”

No joke. Out loud — for.a.friend.

Oh my word. I then continued to word vomit a ridiculous explanation about my “friend” and how I was going to Walgreens anyway so I just thought I’d pick it up for her.

What on earth?!

I walked out of the store vowing to never, ever return. Especially IF I really was pregnant. How would I explain myself?

Moving on… I came home and took the test right away. Checked it. Washed my hands. Checked again. One line. Done.

I went on with my day and started cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen.

About five minutes later, the little nudge was back. Maybe I should have actually waited the full two minutes recommended on the box before checking the results… but, no. It wouldn’t have made a difference… or… would it?

I went back to the bathroom to do a quick check and, I am not proud to admit, shouted rather loudly when I saw the two pink lines. And, I will not repeat what I shouted. 🙂

I was shocked. shocked. shocked.

I gulped down another glass of water and took the other test in the box…waited the two minutes… and then proceeded to hyperventilate.

I called Dave as I was driving to meet him at his job site, and told him to meet me outside because I had something to show him. {He later told me that he thought I had an email saying we could go get S and never in a zillion years imagined what I was actually coming to show him}.

He met me outside and I showed him the two tests. He started laughing. I started crying.

The next morning, we headed to the beach and I wrote this post. Reading it now takes me right back to that place. I didn’t want to share the news yet but I did want to record what I was learning and where we were walking. I’m thankful for the gentle way my Abba Father continues to hold me and guide me as He allows His plans for my life to unfold…and His plans truly are bigger and grander than I could have ever imagined.