The Tim McGraw Effect

A few years ago Luke and I went to the Tim McGraw concert in D.C. A week or so later I found out I was pregnant with Wyatt. Fast forward 4 years and Luke and I went to a Tim McGraw concert. A week later I find out I'm pregnant!! So what is it about a Tim McGraw concert that makes the little pink line show up on a pregnancy test?? Now just to set the record straight (as Luke has so carefully reminded me that I must) by the time I find out I'm pregnant I am already 4-6 weeks along, SO it is NOT going to a Tim McGraw concert that MAKES me get pregnant, just in case you were thinking I really like Tim McGraw!

So, yes. It is official. We are going to have 5 kids come March!! I can't believe it. I really always knew we'd have one more, so I'm glad it is finally happening. However, I have been sick, sick, SICK!!! I can't believe I forgot how rotten it is to be pregnant. I feel awful ALL day long and it progressively gets worse throughout the day. By the end of the night I am ready to die. And believe me, the thought crosses my mind often that I think I would almost rather die than endure one more day of this. (Sorry for the drama-maybe it is a girl and I have too much estrogen pumping though my blood).

So tonight we told the kids that I was pregnant. Well, we had actually already told Spencer a few weeks ago but he was really good about keeping it a secret. We told him because I desperately needed the extra help and sympathy from Spencer, especially last week when Luke was gone all week. Spencer was really excited and immediately wondered how Wyatt would take the news. Spencer has also been extra sweet and kind to me, which I have really appreciated. The response from the others tonight was quite a surprise to us. Logan was ecstatic- jumping up and down and cheering! Maren had a dumbfounded look on her face and just kept saying, "What! How is that possible?" and Wyatt said "I hate little babies!" So, there you have it. Quite a range of emotions from our children. I was really pleased with Logan's response and his enthusiasm he kept expressing throughout the night. Maren kind of surprised me! I thought she would be the most excited and I thought for SURE she would say she wanted a sister. The response from the kids was once again very different. Logan said, "I hope it's a girl." Maren said, "I hope it's a boy," and Spencer said, "I hope it's alive." If Spencer's response doesn't give a great insight into his way of thinking and his worrisome sense of responsibility that he feels for his siblings, then I don't know what does!! He is so protective and feels such a responsibility on his shoulders as the oldest child! We try very hard to alleviate that, but it is just an innate part of Spencer that I love.