breaking the news to the kids

This week has been a rough week. I have been so full of hope and fear for this pregnancy I had to continually look to the Lord for strength. Until today we hadn't told the kids that I was pregnant which meant they had to deal with a sick and tired mommy for quite some time now without knowing why.

When I went in for my doctor's appointment yesterday it was pretty strange to hear myself tell the doctor that this was my 7th pregnancy! After patiently taking my whole health history she got out her little doppler. I was holding my breath waiting for that magic drum beat that would tell me things were going to be o.k.

You can't imagine how fun it was to bring the kids in so they could hear the heartbeat and then tell them the good news. Zak thought we were joking (he has been praying for a baby for a while now), Eliot looked shell shocked and Eliannah wrinkled up her nose, climbed onto my lap, looked down my shirt and said, "Where's that little baby?" (She has continued to check down my shirt throughout the day even though I explained to her that she was looking in the wrong place.)

Eliot is a little excited and wants a boy. Eliannah is a little excited and wants a babydoll. Zak has been walking around all day with a huge grin on his face exclaiming things like:
"I can't believe you're going to have a baby!
" I thought you were retired from having babies!"
" I can't believe you got pregnant in Philadelphia!"
" I can't believe we're going to have another baby in the family!!!!!!"
(He really wants a girl)

And Phillip? Well, he has prayed with me, supported me, listened to my hopes and fears and in typical Phillip fashion has begun to call the child "Twinkie" We are so blessed, grateful, amazed and honored that we get to go through this whole process again. God is good.

(Oh, and for the record, this week he has also brought me kimchi, cooked me bulgogi, brought home sushi - California rolls that is- and in every way done his best to take care of me. What a guy!)