Yolande

Surreal Hidden Baby Chronicles

Thursday, November 7:

I'm chasing two giggling creatures around our house, and all I can see are her sweet ringlets bouncing up and down. His right-sided dimple. The sheer joy in their laughter as their mom chases them in circles.

We stop for a water break. Truman requests that he hides and I find him, but first I have to 'get' CC. I lunge at her, pick her up and swing her little body around. She begs for more. My first born is hiding under the table and yelling for me. Both of their tiny, innocent voices screaming for 'mama'. That's me. I'm their mom.

And I get to do this a third time? I can't wrap my head around it quite yet, since those two dark lines just smacked me in the face 48 hours ago. Two lines, and forever our family is changed. We are going to be a family of five. Cecelia is going to be a big sister. Truman is going to be the oldest of three. Is this a dream? I have no idea if I'm a little over four weeks pregnant or possibly six weeks into it. All I know is that I'm pregnant. Just typing those words makes my heart flutter.

I glance up at our photo wall as we continue our race around the lower level. Moments in time frozen in black and white, including our wedding day, a newborn Truman, a family of three, a newborn Cecelia, a family of four. What will our family look like next year at this time? How many more BIG moments await?

I'm overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude. Our life is not perfect, it's not always easy, but it's so incredibly good. I'm not sure what I've done to deserve all of this, but I'll take it with a lump in my throat. Thank you, God, for this third child as the final piece to our family puzzle. Please keep this baby safely growing inside me, keep my head clear and full of positive/trusting thoughts, and be with us. Be with us on each step of this awesome adventure.