And it worked.
So quickly that it was hard to even begin to process.
But seeing God's hand in this so far has been pretty astonishing.
For the whole week before we found out, Jackson kept telling me, "Mommy, I told God to put another baby in your belly and He did. There's a baby boy in there right now. And I asked Him not to take this one away."
And I'll admit it--the first time he said it, I had to sneak away and cry.
But he just kept talking about it.
After a week, I realized that maybe he was right.
I secretly bought a pack of tests and took one. It was faintly positive. I couldn't believe it. So I waited four hours and took another. Then another in the morning.
Then the next night, I made an excuse to take a trip to Target after the kids were in bed. Bought a digital test this time. And there, in my favorite bathroom stall at Target, the test read "Pregnant."
It could not be denied.
So I snapped a quick pic and went to the van, where I sat and bawled. It was like a sense of relief almost, knowing that I could conceive again.
Finally feeling confident, I came home and told Kraig, who was equally surprised at how quickly I happened.
Good to know Jack was right! For over two weeks, the kids were insistent that I'm pregnant and making all sorts of comments. It was fun to finally tell them last week.
I guess between this being my 5th pregnancy and having been pregnant so recently, my body is just trained to look pregnant. Had to get out maternity pants two days ago. There's no hiding it anymore. Kate actually looked at my belly earlier this week and said, "Is there something you're not telling us?"
So here we are. I'm due June 9th, which is also our 9th anniversary and the day before we found out we were expecting this past year. Seems like such sweet timing.
Sure, there is some fear involved in being pregnant again, but there is also joy and excitement and hope.
I'm positive someone is reading this thinking, "Didn't they learn their lesson last time about announcing so early?"
And the answer is a resounding YES! We learned, for sure.
We learned that had we not told, we wouldn't have had the time to celebrate the pregnancy we had nor the amount of support we had when we experienced the loss.
And, yes, there is always a possibility that we will lose this baby, too.
More than anything, though, I know that IF that would happen, I would need people to know. I would need the support again. I truly believe that not mourning privately helped validate my loss and helped me to grieve.
But for now, we rejoice because hope is growing in my heart and in my womb. And a life should be celebrated.