I love to share good news. I have shared plenty of things with my readers during the past four years — some of it good, some of it bad, and some of it left many wondering how it’s possible that I actually get paid to write about car troubles and bridesmaid dresses every week.
Today, though, I have something big to share. Something that’s big and good.
My mother-in-law was painting when I told her, and she nearly fell off a ladder.
It’s that kind of news.
Have I kept you in suspense long enough?
If you haven’t already guessed, Brandon and I are having a baby in February. I have been waiting for the right time to let the Red Shoe readers in on the secret. You know I’m not good at keeping secrets!
Most people who know the news were pretty shocked to find out. I was a little surprised myself. I don’t think anyone expects to come back from their honeymoon expecting a baby. But God has his own sense of timing, and I have found it is best not to question it. Brandon was so excited, he called and told his dad the day we found out the news ourselves. My plan was to keep things quiet for a while, and I actually did a better job at it than he did. I do love his enthusiasm, though. He is one of the most excited expectant dads I have ever seen.
Obviously, though, everything is so new, we’re still getting used to the idea ourselves. It will still be several weeks before we know if it’s a boy or girl, although we do have a boy name selected already. A girl name, on the other hand, has been a bit more challenging. I think that project is on the shelf until we find out the gender.
My mom and Brandon are already both convinced it’s a boy, and they can be quite persuasive. Then I remember that, back in 1984, my mom was convinced that a certain other baby was going to be a boy. When the doctor congratulated her on having a healthy daughter, both my parents informed him that they had a boy. Then I started worrying that it made me a bad mom if I didn’t have my own gut feeling.
In case you didn’t know, it is hard to be a mom, even when your child is approximately the size of a grape and with you at all times. There is so much to think about when you have two people to worry about. I have never been great at being responsible for myself, and I admit I have moments of panic thinking about being responsible for someone else. In other words, there is a lot to think about and pray about.
Everything has gone smoothly so far. Right now, I’m trying to figure out what clothes still fit (that would be basically none, in case you were wondering), and how to keep from crying during certain commercials.
If someone else said that those “mom” commercials during the Olympics were bringing them to tears, I would have laughed, but they are about to do me in.
See what you have to look forward to reading about in the coming months?
I’m looking forward to being able to share this experience with all of you.