Okay, let's face it, the only thing I find interesting about watching baseball is the players. Apparently the player that has the largest female following on the Indians team is this fellow.
So, yup folks, I am preggalicious, with child, in a family way, knocked up or got a bun in the oven, which ever euphemism you prefer. I have not wanted to tell people because of the huge amount of words I now have to eat. All those things I have said like, "Geeze! 2 years apart might have been a little too soon, I am waiting for at least another year." and "I am NOT ready to have another one." and "I think I will wait until Jonas is potty trained, then I won't have two in diapers" and "Eegads, I want to loose like 100 lbs. before I get pregnant again."
I have decided to come clean and spill the beans because my mom is dying to tell everyone and I think I am finally coming to terms with the situation. I admit I wasn't happy with the happy news. All my plans to loose weight, get in shape and run the Disneyland 1/2 marathon went in the garbage along with the double pink lined pee stick.
But now, I think I am okay with all of this. I am realizing if I want my kids to be better friends they probably need to be closer than 4 years apart. 2 1/2 years really is good spacing for them, even if it doesn't seem like it is for me. I also believe things like this usually happen for a reason. There is divine design in all our lives. Sometimes I wonder if I ever really would have been ready to have number 3. Maybe this is God's way of keeping things moving in the right direction, or maybe he just enjoys a good laugh now and then.
