If not, you just might want to take a seat before proceeding.
I am with child.
Yep...you read correctly. Go ahead...get it all out. The laughter, that is. It's more than a little comical, I know. When Steve announced it at church yesterday, the collective gasp and cheer were followed by multiple waves of laughter. So glad we could provide entertainment for you all.
Yes, I am 43.
Yes, Steve is 51.
Yes, our sons are old enough to know how this "happened to" Mom and Dad.
Yes, our current youngest will be a Freshman in college when this one goes off to Kindergarten.
No, we didn't do this on purpose.
After the laughter has died down, there are actually serious issues at hand. Afterall, I am of "advanced maternal age" (the medical world deems this phrase more positive than previous ones - bwah ha!), and there are many potential risks for the pregnancy and delivery, so we do covet your prayers for the baby's health. We have already seen a good heartbeat on our first ultrasound, but the baby is small for its gestational age, so we are keeping a close eye on his progress (that's the generic "his").
This also raises for us the question of whether or not I can manage the daily needs of an infant and Riesa simultaneously. I am finally old enough to realize that I am not Wonder Woman...it only took about 40 years to figure that out. So pray for wisdom as we determine Riesa's future.
That's about all I have to say about that...for now, anyway!