Melanie and I have lots to be thankful for this year (as we do every year). This year we have our first house, we’re all healthy, Melanie’s sister is staying with us, both of our extended families are as healthy this year as last year and perhaps even a little better. Sure, there are challenges: At least four members of our families are looking for jobs and two are worried about losing their homes to foreclosure.
But we are a people of hope and faith and trust in the Lord and we give thanks in good times and bad.
On top of all that, we have even more reason to give thanks on this Thanksgiving. Let me start from the beginning. Over the last week or two, Melanie has been exhausted. She thought it was because Sophia had been having allergic reactions to some foods (wheat and bananas, we’ve found out) and four teeth coming in at once, which had been keeping them both up at night.
And then Sunday night, while I was smoking out the house with a roast beef, Melanie declared herself to be somewhat nauseous. Neither of us said anything about it, but this is what wrote on Twitter:
Then Monday morning at 9:30 I got a phone call from Melanie; she had a hunch too and took a test.
Which is funny because we’d both been afraid this would happen before the move and she’d be several months pregnant and tired and nauseous and trying to pack. At least this way we’re mostly unpacked and her sister is here to be an extra helping hand.
And that’s why we’re extra thankful this Thanksgiving.
N.B.: And for the record: I’m not dead. She was very understanding, although it’s a good thing none of the family saw the tweet before we called to tell them.
- TweetPreggoPrediction.jpg: Own photo