Here We Go Again

For me, there's this elation, this joy, that wells up inside me when I find out I'm pregnant. I want to shout it to the world, and at the same time keep this delicious secret all to myself.  I must admit - part of it is smugness.  I woke up one night about a month and a half ago, with the clear idea that my little Ryen is on his way to me.  I had the same sort of experience when we began trying to conceive Wil.  It's difficult to describe how sure I felt.  Like God had touched my mind to prepare me for what is to come.  Tate's amused words when I told him about Ryen:  "Well, here we go again."  I couldn't have said it better myself.  I'm in for a whole new round of mood swings, life-and-death cravings, weight gain, morning sickness, and eventually labor.  Of course, it's not going to be the same as last time.  Now I've got a fifteen-month old baby in the mix and finishing school to worry about.  But, honestly, none of the challenges can dim my excitement.  I can't wait for the first time he kicks.  The first time I see him on the ultrasound machine and know he's real.  When I find out for sure he's a boy.  Setting up another little bassinet.  And the best part of all is that I get to meet him in about 9 months. 

Luckily, I'm not doing it alone this time because my younger sister Amber is pregnant as well.  We found out the same day, and will be due more or less at the same time.  Imagine that!  It feels like I'm on one of those daytime drama shows where weird things happen all the time.   I can just imagine the two of us, big as elephants, sitting uncomfortably on the couch yelling for our husbands to bring the pickles and ice cream.  And with that mental picture, I think I'll go find myself something to eat.  What I wouldn't give for some chocolate right now...