After several months of hoping, I am pregnant with our sixth child.  Some people think we are crazy, some people share in our joy.  We just keep on praying and trying to follow God's will.  This pregnancy has been quite different than past pregnancies in a lot of ways, most of all because I had to wait for it.  I am not good at waiting, so no surprise that that is where I am being tested.  I look at patience with a longing heart.  All of these trying moments will make me better, right?  Pete says that all of the tears I have cried will only make the moment sweeter when this baby is in my arms.  I know he is right, he always is.

Need to break for dinner prep...

This post was a draft that I never posted until now.  It was originally written in June 2013.  Shortly after, we found that I had miscarried.  I am posting it now because I want to remember the feelings and the thoughts and also our baby, who my husband chose for the name, Francis, because we do not know if the baby was a boy or a girl.  I miscarried at 11 weeks, with a blighted ovum.

Praise the Lord for his goodness and his mercy.  We have a saint in heaven interceeding for us.  Especially for his or her new brother or sister, as I am pregnant again!