God has what seems to be a delightfully feminine sense of humor.
OK, I’d have a hard time trying to reconcile that theory with the reality that is the platypus other than to say that everyone has an off day. I mean, who really would come up with the idea of a mammal that lays eggs? But it’s not like God asked my opinion on that one so there you are.
Her sense of timing seems to be one where irony has to be the most plausible explanation.
After all, no one really could script the last few days that culminated with a positive pregnancy test being dropped on a box in the office with the phrase “oh, boy” in stereo.
Back at the beginning of our time together, we had always had a number in mind when it came to children. I was fine with two and Julia felt that three was a nice number. But Alexander’s surgery and medical needs had added a particularly poignant dimension to that discussion that just didn’t exist before. And so it was that we had agreed after Alexander that we would see about getting him to the point where he had recovered from the surgery and was progressing well enough and then talk about the third child.
God? Yep…you had to know what she was thinking on that one.
Did you honestly think that you were going to plan this out for yourselves? YOU HUMANS ARE SO SILLY SOMETIMES!
Well, we’re committed to three now (or is that more a matter that we should be committed). And the only certainty to this is that there will not be a fourth…we’re definitely going to take care of that toute suite.
But honestly, once we got over the initial shock of this very unplanned pregnancy, we were very happy and looked forward to welcoming our third child into the family. And who knows, this may well be the chance to get the girl that we had tried to get with two planned pregancies. Because obviously planning things really worked so well before… 🙂
But that’s not important right now…what’s important is that we would be thrilled with a baby that comes out at term and is healthy. After Alexander, you can imagine there would be some concern about that but we’ve been assured that there is no more chance of the new baby having cortical dysplasia than anyone else and that it’s not affected by genetics. Healthy and happy…that’s all we really ask.
Hopefully God won’t think that’s too much to ask for…