I sat down to just rattle this one off and suddenly I feel so overwhelmed by the goodness of God in giving us our two precious children . . . and now one more on the way. We are expecting the newest little bundle around November 24, which means I’m 12 weeks today and the calmer seas of the second trimester are just ahead of us. The baby is about the size of an apple this week, and has fingernails, toenails, and tastebuds on a tiny tongue. Isn’t God’s creation of a person truly astounding?
We waited a bit to announce things this time, though we did tell the girls at Easter. I worried a little that Norah would spill the beans but I needn’t have. Even now that it’s okay to talk about it, if anyone asks her if our family has any news she comes out with “Oh! YES! We got some stickers with butterflies on them!” or the like. It’s hard to stay excited for one thing from April to November when there are so many, many things in the world worth thrilling over.
Harriet’s happy too as she is extremely maternal at this stage and the meticulous care of plastic baby dolls occupies much of her time and energy. She has been known to eat an entire biscuit with a baby doll on her lap, “feeding” Baby a bite before each one she takes, down to the last crumb. In the photo above we were at a hotel in Eastbourne and Harriet kept konking Baby’s head lovingly against the glass so as to afford her a better view. It’s a lucky baby that ends up with our Harriet. (Poor Harriet, soon to be a middle child.) I was a middle child myself and I don’t remember it being that bad. I think my older sister wanted to kill me at one point but fortunately I wasn’t old enough for this to make a big impression. I hear about it now in the oral tradition of family lore and it is impossible to tell, at this distance, where the fiction has ballooned from the facts. (I’m sure she was just being kind in an exuberant way.) I did like my little brother, though. Well, I do remember having mixed feelings at times as a child, but I certainly like him now. I have for a long time. So that’s all right.
Are we ready for a third child? Baby should arrive two weeks after Harriet turns 2 and a week before Norah finally makes it to 4. That sounds like a lot of youngness to me right now. But I wouldn’t change a single thing.
Oh yes, and do we want a girl or do we want a boy. Yes.