We found out this week that I'm pregnant! I had a sonogram on Thursday and it looks like I'm 7 weeks along. My guess was less than that, but I'm very happy to know that the nausea and fatigue will end a little sooner than I thought.
Due Date: I was lying on the table having the sonogram and most of my nervousness (the nervousness that comes with having had a miscarriage - you always wonder if you'll see a heartbeat or be given unwanted news) had passed because the doctor saw the heartbeat and said everything looked great. Then she told me my due date - May 14. A mixture of emotions came rushing to me. First of all, May 14 is my late father's birthday. He was born May 14, 1942. But that date became even more significant last year when we buried my mother on that day - a coincidence she would have been very happy about because she loved those associations.
So now Baby Blan #2 is expected to arrive on that same day. To bring life instead of death, and to bring joy during a time that would have brought more grief and remembrance of the days spent last year sitting next to my mother's deathbed. As you can imagine, I'm overwhelmed with gratefulness to the Lord for this gift. To be reminded that he "heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds."
And of course I know the chances of the baby actually arriving on this day are slim to none, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't expect it. Things like that just seem to happen in our family.
Boy or girl? Right now I think we're both hoping for a boy so Nate will have a playmate, but of course we'll be excited either way.