Our news is spreading. Since Her Highness and The Storm were told almost two weeks ago, most in the Southeast were already aware. They are excited, which is making this pregnancy even more special.
To answer the questions on ALL of your minds.... No, we're not crazy. No, we weren't "trying." Yes, there's only one baby in there. We had an ultrasound last week to prove it. Yes, we are trying our best to prepare our Pretty Princess for being the only Queen in the family. We remind her constantly that GOD knows what we need. Her response is usually something along the lines of "Well, God KNOWS I have THREE brothers, so He KNOWS I NEED a SISTER!" Explaining God to a five year old is hard. Let's face it, explaining God to an adult is hard.
And of all my favorite questions: YES, we do know how this is happening/what's causing this to happen/any other funny line you want to ask us. (well, funny to the super quick witted person making the joke. (Dripping with sarcasm)) Seriously, let's retire that one, okay? If you have said that to ANYONE in the past, please understand this out of love: it's just not that funny. And the sweet couple you are saying it to probably loves and adores their children more than anything in the whole wide world, and actually has become shy when it comes to sharing their wonderful news all because of DUMB jokes like those. Here's the thing... I'm really not being overly defensive here. If you want to make jokes at my expense, fire away. I love to laugh at myself. I'm one of five children with pesky older brothers and smart-alek sisters, so being made fun of is nothing new to me. I just like to laugh for real. Not a courtesy laugh. Not a "Tee-hee... that's so funny. But if I wasn't a lady and I had guts, I could tell you that we do actually know how this is happening. That's our problem. We can't get enough of each other...." For real though, make jokes that are FUNNY please. Duh. I'm getting off my soap box now.
We are thrilled about number five and honestly don't care either way if it is a boy or girl. Since I'm in boy mode and know what to do with them... ie: throw them in the back yard... I could definitely handle one more member of The Storm. What to call him though? Torrential Down Pour? Straight Line Wind? I'll need some help with that. What do you think? A girl would be super fun too. Oh, all the pink and matching dresses and another BIG BOW HEAD. Either way it will be a blessing for us to adore. I just worry if it's not a girl, Her Highness might quit going to Church at the age of five. Now that was a joke.
Since Thunder just woke up vomiting, I now have a houseful of babies to spray Lysol all over. Maybe if I mixed some in their sippy cups it could kill the germs in their stomachs.... hmmm... why haven't they created something like that yet anyway?? And, why do stomach viruses always have to start after 11 pm?? Like sands through the hour glass..... But, I still wouldn't trade it for the world.