This will be the seventh month that Joel and I will be trying for our third child. It took us a year to conceive Alexis and six months to conceive Branwen, so this isn’t unusual for us, even if it is a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. (Actually, our first baby was conceived in the first month of trying, but then I miscarried when I was about 10 weeks pregnant.) Every month as I draw near the end of my cycle I get hopeful. This past time was the worst, though. I had been queasy for 5 days straight with food aversions, etc. I really thought I was pregnant that time, then my period started two days early, was rather heavy to start, was very clotty, and I cramped a lot. I’ll never know whether that was a normal period starting or if I had an early miscarriage. I hate not having closure.
Anyway, I was praying again about the whole baby-making thing this morning in the shower. [Side note: as a mother of young children, I’ve found that praying in the shower is an excellent way to fit in a good prayer time each day. It’s pretty much the only quiet time I can count on. :)] As I prayed this morning, one of the things that ocurred to me was that even though I didn’t particularly like being pregnant over the summer with both of my children, it really was a blessing to have two babies who could wear the same clothes. If Branwen had been born in the Spring like I was hoping, we would have had to buy a lot more since the sizes of the things we had wouldn’t have been right. The Lord was looking out for us financially even in that way. Now, we’re praying for a boy this time, but if we have another girl I can see pretty clearly how things will be easier for us as far as clothes and toys go. 🙂 Anyway, maybe the Lord will allow us to conceive in the next couple of months so that our babies will still be close in size in the same seasons. Here’s hoping!