because to not say it means that I have to avoid you for the next four and a half months. And while I might do that anyway, it will be because I’m in the back room barfing, not because I don’t like you.
Barfing?
But you only do that when . . .
That’s right!
Wyatt and I are expecting baby number four. It’s a girl.
I’m just saying.
Wyatt’s friend Kris has a theory on this. Wyatt recapped it for me after he and Kris spent an afternoon at the basketball game last week.
Women are like basketball players- they just lob that ball up from half court. They have a fifty-fifty chance, so they just say what they want and see if it comes through.
But there’s other stories I could tell about Kris – and TOTALLY discredit him in all his theories.
Lana, his wife, is due with a girl in a few months. She knew. Now Kris won’t give her credit.
I GIVE YOU CREDIT LANA!
And my baby is a girl. I know because I feel it. And it is confirmed because I FEEL IT – I am SOOO SICK! Like, I might die.
Pregnancy is given to me to humble me. This is what I determined today as I was parked at a stop light, contemplating the time I had to open my door, barf out the side, and get back in before the light turned green.
Illness isn’t really my thing. I get sick, sure. I hate it, sure. But I don’t get chronically sick, and other than a nasty bought of mono is seventh grade, illness has never really put me out of commission in life, except when I’m pregnant.
I have a sister in law who struggled with an auto immune disease last year. She described her illness to me, and I watched the effects the drugs had on her body. But I never really felt her pain.
Now all I can think about is her description once “I feel poisoned . . . all the time.” – That’s how I feel. I can’t eat, but if I don’t, my body gets shaky and I want to cry. But if I do, I’m doubled over with pain for the rest of the afternoon, as I contemplate the realities of it going the other way.
I’m sorry SIL – for all the times I didn’t understand. Not because I was indifferent, or ill-intentioned, but because I was ignorant. Now I understand.
But I am excited for baby girl. So excited. And grateful for the opportunity to be a mamma, and learn and struggle and do this blessed calling.
Please don’t come over for the next four months unless you are coming to babysit and clean my kitchen. Ew . . . my kitchen.
YAY!!! Congrats! #4! So exciting. I’m so sorry you’re so sick! I wish I could come over and babysit and clean your kitchen. So what’s your due date, exactly? Good luck! You’ll be in our prayers!
Thank you Michelle! I’m due Aug 16ish. Haven’t been to the Dr. for the official word – but somewhere in there. How are things going in Michigan?
CONGRATS!!!!! I am so excited for you – not for the sick part, but the baby part. Sorry you are so sick, that SUCKS! I hope you are right and you have another CUTE little girl. CONGRATS!!!!
Oh, I forgot to ask… When are you due???
Thanks Nicole! Not until mid-August. I’m not very far along.