I have a confession to make to the readers and followers of my blog. I have been haphazard and remiss at blogging consistently because I have had massive writer’s block. But, it’s a self-imposed writer’s block, as I have spent the past four months censoring some of the topics about which I typically enjoy writing.
Now that Christmas cards have gone out, I’m ready to put a stop to my self-imposed censorship, and explain my inconsistent blogging habit.
Partly, the disappearance for November did have to do with the devotional I wrote for the Military Council of Catholic Women – Worldwide. I’m working on another one for Lent, so I may continue to be slightly inconsistent through January, as I try to meet the deadline before Lent kicks off in February. But, I’m going to try not to let that inhibit me too badly.
So… For my confession…
This past spring, my children became somewhat addicted to the movie Storks. In it, a little boy begs his parents for a baby brother. In the movie, the boy writes a letter to the storks and, following a comedy of errors, a cute little girl arrives at his doorstep. In the middle of the Storks obsession, my son began praying hard, “Dear God, can I please have a baby brother.”
It was so cute!
And our oldest received an answer to his prayers…
In early September, the same weekend my Godson was born, we found out we were expecting our third bundle of
noise joy. We weren’t trying, but we weren’t impeding the process, and because I am a Catholic mommy blogger trying to live within the teaching of the Church, I have to mention we are not an “NFP fail” by societal standards – or, by the critics of those who skeptically view Natural Family Planning. This pregnancy was not our plan, but my son was very proud of himself, and declared he “knew” we would have a baby.
When asked what would happen if he had another baby sister, he declared it would be a “bisaster.” However, he did acknowledge he would still love the baby, regardless of gender.
Two weeks before Christmas, we found out the extent of success of my son’s prayers – we are expecting a second boy to join our family.
The moral of the story, dear reader, is to
not let your children pray be careful what your children pray for, and to make them say rote prayers encourage them to be thoughtful in their prayers. There is a saying that children have a direct line to God’s ear – and, my son proved that saying in the past several months.
Given my history with pre-eclampsia and gestational hypertension, we are anticipating Baby3 to arrive in April.
And, while this pregnancy was not planned, it does not mean this pregnancy is any less desired.
Nor does it mean we are any less excited!
It has meant I have been nauseous the entire time – mostly now, that has subsided to only being “gaggy” when my stomach is empty. It has meant I have had no energy as I bake this baby. It has meant I have curtailed my writing significantly, since family and household tasks take significantly more energy out of me each day. It has meant I have spent a lot of time in prayer – not asking so much why (although that has happened), but rather for patience and sanity.
So, dear readers, please know there has been a massive shift in my blogging as I have not written about the many escapades of my family in the past few months. And, now that I have come clean and ‘fessed up, I am preparing a whole slew of articles about kid shenanigans and faith, as we begin 2018!
My gratitude project will be back in full swing after the first of the year – I have just not had time or energy to sit at a computer and write in two weeks’ time now. For now, consider this my past couple weeks worth of gratitude project posts!
But, I am grateful for each and every reader and follower I have accumulated in my 1.5 years of blogging, and for each and every experience this blogging experience is bringing my way.
I am excited to share this news with all of you!
And, if you have any prayer requests, I am more than willing to take those to my son, since he’s got a direct line!