poppy seed, lentil, kidney bean, grape.....

All the above have one thing in common. I have carried them. Currently I am carrying a fig. Is this confusing? I'll just tell you then--I am pregnant. Deacon is going to be a big brother. Pretty soon, our family will be four.

11 weeks and counting. I am still in shock to know that I am actually pregnant again and that God is has given us such an amazing gift.

This pregnancy is slightly different than the last. I am getting nauseous, I feel dizzy, I have food aversions...never did I experience any of those symptoms with Deacon. Know that I know what "morning sickness" is, I don't think it should be coined morning sickness--because it is a big fat lie. It can happen at any time--Morning, Noon, Night. It gets me on my way to work, on my way to get Deacon, at my desk, in a meeting, while out to lunch. "Morning" sickness is a ninja who just karate chops its way into your life with out notice. Because of this I have become a convenience store. My desk is stocked with crackers, peanut butter, lemon packets, cereal bars and oatmeal. I have learned to "deal" and pray that every day gets a little better. I also tell myself that my sickness isn't nearly as bad as others...so I just need to get over :)

We waited a really really really long time to tell Deacon. I just felt like I needed to have a few more weeks with him as my "only" before we told him he was being promoted to Big Brother. I knew when we told him, the real planning would begin and I just wasn't ready to give up my only child yet. We also waited to be on the safe side. By 11 weeks, chances of anything devastating happening decreased and we felt comfortable telling him.

So on Thanksgiving morning, Deacon crawled into our bed and the three of us snuggled as we always do every morning. My throat tightened and my eyes began to water. Deacon looked at me and said, "What's wrong Mommy" to which I replied, "Oh Deacon I am just so happy, Daddy and I have something very important to tell you." I eased out of bed and grabbed the ultrasound pictures, gave one to him and said, "Do you know what that is Deacon?" He said, "Yes, Mommy. A Rock." Doug and I laughed and redirected our sweet 3-year-old back on track. I told him that the picture was looking at was a baby. I took his hand and put it on my belly and I said, "God blessed our family, Deacon and you are going to be a big brother!" He looked at me, then my belly, then me again and said, "A baby is in your belly?" I nodded my head and he said in that cute toddler voice, "OH Okay!" He reacted the way I expected, and quite honestly I don't know if he really understands, he just knows that his cousin is a big brother and we is now one too. I am sure the bigger I get, the more he will understand.

It was the most perfect way to start a day, and it was even more perfect because it was on Thanksgiving. My family has a lot to be grateful for.

So I am officially 11 weeks pregnant, and 29 weeks go--it seems so far away but I know it will be here before I know it! I am trying to not think about EVERYTHING we have to do, and rather focusing on Deacon. Speaking of Deacon, he just built an incredible space ship out of lego and my name is being called into the living room. My mommy hat gets straightened and I am off to play make believe with a future big brother!