I told y’all I was due around September 20th.  That makes me about a minute along now.  ;)  Because we try (and have tried for each of our children except for our surprise first child!) I *think* I know from the very beginning of each pregnancy and begin then to change my diet, pray, and hope for a new baby.  On the very first day that the test says that I could possibly try to test I do.  And because we’re not secret keepers we tell y’all the very first chance we get!

So with all that early knowing I have to remind myself that yes, I am really pregnant and that it is really early in the pregnancy to be feeling anything yet.  If I don’t remind myself just how early along I am I get worried.  I begin to fear that something is wrong and therefore I’m not showing any signs of pregnancy.  It becomes particularly acute in my mind since I tell the world (everything!) and then they ask out of sweet curiosity how I’m feeling.  I think, “hmm.. I feel… fine.”  And then I start getting paranoid.  But in reality going by the date of conception I’m not even 4 weeks along yet.  Yes, like that early.  Actually, I’ve had a symptom of pregnancy already.  I’m tired.  Now yes, it could be that I cut my 3 cups of caffeine a day down to zilch over the course of a week, but I’m not just tired those times of day, I’m like, lazy tired.  And I hate lazy.  I’m a do-er.  But yesterday I laid on the couch in my pink fuzzy robe with my kids cuddling and climbing all over me and watched Tangled.  And felt no desire to go do anything.  And over the last week I’ve fallen asleep on the couch trying to watch my favorite shows with my honey after the kids were in bed more times than not.  We’re talkin’, like 8 or 9 at night.  Cuhrazy, right?

And I feel silly, but I remember doing this with each pregnancy too.  I keep checking my pregnancy test.  The one I put the number on and keep as a keepsake, oh yes, I do.  Like those little lines are a phantom or something, like they aren’t going to be there when I go to look again.  It’s kind of like my daily silly reminder.  I go to the closet, look at those little lines and smile.  My own little happy moment.

It’s just so hard to believe that we are so blessed to get to do this again.  I’m beyond happy!  And this time I’ll be researching with more intent midwives and homebirths.  I don’t know if I will do it or not (I checked into it as far back as the pregnancy with BigMan and again with Baby (he needs a new nickname – wanna suggest one?!), but just haven’t gone through with it.  One of the main reasons being that we were so far from a hospital before if anything had gone wrong, but now, we’re in the cit-ay!  So maybe I can talk myself into it!  (It doesn’t hurt that I have an awesomely sweet friend who will be a certified midwife very very soon!)  Praying for a completely healthy pregnancy so that we can attempt a homebirth and then have a completely healthy birth to go with it!

Oh, and another friend of mine who is a photographer (you know her from A Familiar Path!) ran a special for a newborn/birth photo session.  I texted her when I was still in that waiting time to test and asked her if I could take her up on her offer.  So, this time around you might get not only a live-blogging, but a homebirth, and professional photos to boot!

Also, we already have a name picked out if we have a girl (we might have had the name picked out for several pregnancies!) but the boy name is up in the air.  Wanna suggest some Biblical boy names?  And you gotta come strong on this challenge, because we’re not standard inside the box Bible boy naming fools.  Pull out some rarely heard names and throw ‘em at me!

And that’s that.  My rambling pregnancy excitement all things thrown in post.