Perfect Storm

Remember this? 

It was about a hypothetical perfect storm of events unfolding to bring me a third little munchkin to sticky up my life and make it officially impossible for me to ever be caught up on laundry.

Yes, well, we're in the eye of that storm.

What I'm trying to say is baby 3 will be here in mid-February.  

I know, right?  I was a bit taken aback myself.

Having already done this three times under varying circumstances, I'm fairly relaxed now that it has sunken in.  Pregnant-schmegnant.  I could do this in my sleep.  (Not that I'm getting much what with already having the first two kids and all).

Gavin and this baby will only be 15 months apart.  I did some figuring and realized that, unless I can convince a school to take Gavin into kindergarten 3 months before he turns 5 (which is totally not ever going to happen), him and this baby will start kindergarten on the same day.

So, there's that.

I guess I'll divulge a little more about my boyfriend (baby daddy? oh my.) since he's clearly a permanent figure in my life for at least the next 18 years.

If you've seen pictures of him, you've probably got this (ridiculous) notion that he's some sort of thug (cause he has many, many tattoos and people are sometimes judgey like that).

You'd be all kinds of wrong.

He's the guy who sends me screen shots of love songs he "shazams" because they are playing on the radio and cause him to think of me.

And the guy who patiently steps in and feeds the (very easily distracted) bottomless pit that is Gavin when he can see that I am about to throw a jar of chicken noodle at the wall in frustration.

And the guy who sits in the floor and plays tractors or heads outside and plays catch with Silas.

And the guy who cooks incredible meals and washes 8 loads of (mine and my kids) laundry on his day off - because he just wants to lighten my load.

And the guy who isn't childish. Who never plays games or tries to make me jealous or does anything but try to let me know that me and my kids are incredibly important to him.

He's over the moon about this little peanut who is on the way.  Watching him with my sons has shown me all I need to know about what kind of dad he's going to be, and I must say this is going to be a lucky child.

My (amazing) parents are stepping in to help solve our housing crisis (as in, we absolutely cannot make a two bedroom work any longer).  We plan to be in a house (with a fenced backyard and everything!) before baby C's arrival.

This time last year, I was also growing a little life.  My little Gavin.  I was scared and coming to grips with the end of my marriage and facing raising two kids alone.  

It was still a good year.  I learned so much about who I am and what I want out of life.  Not to mention, I got Gavin out of the whole thing, and I kind of love him so much it hurts.

And I can truly, honestly say that all of the bad things about last year were more than worth what my life has now become.  Happy does not even begin to cover how I feel about having my two perfect, gorgeous, healthy sons and a wonderful, kind, loyal, loving man by my side.

This baby is going to be welcomed into a truly happy home full of love and laughter.

I sat still when God told me to do so, and I waited on Him, and He absolutely knew what was best for me.

I could not ask for anything more (except to never participate in another pregnancy ever again after this one.  Ever. Amen.)