The rumors are true. We are expecting baby number two! Looks like we will welcome a new one to our fold in October, or November…but certainly by December.
This pregnancy is quite different than the first. Quite. The first, because it was high risk, involved weekly doctor appointments, multiple sonograms, and guarding my blood sugar like a Doberman. This one involves just as much time, effort, work and prayer, but little of the physical wear and tear. Many refer to our experience as a paper pregnancy. You see, we are becoming foster parents.
The amount of work is astonishing, a true labor of love. We never would have passed muster with our preparations for Eden. For our next child we’ve endured classes on the very worst that people can do to precious babies, people questioning every intimate aspect of our lives, locking away our medications, posting daily schedules and menus, inviting people into our home to poke and prod and pry. Whew. I guess the poking and prodding and prying does remind me a bit of our first pregnancy.
Of course, the end result will be just as rewarding, if not more so. This time, we are linking our arms as a family to take care of a baby in need, a baby we may not get to keep forever. We are okay with that. We are okay with the potential heartbreak…and this is why. For as long or as little as we get to love on our new baby, for one moment in time, the world will be right for that precious one. And we are honored to be the ones to bring a moment of light into a child’s life.
We love you, Baby Number Two. Whoever you are! We look forward to meeting you, as does your big sister.