Let me just begin by saying that 17 months ago, Craig had "The ole snip-snip" to prevent this very thing from happening. However, here I sit in front of my computer 12 weeks pregnant, somewhat nauseated, and in need of a potty-break (which occurs every hour on the hour), writing a blog about "Numero Quatro". To say that I am shocked would be an understatement, and it has taken several weeks to come to grips with this reality. Many have asked how I found out that I was pregnant, so here is a quick play-by-play of what went down.
I was in the middle of one of my night-shift work days, talking with a co-worker about how "I would swear I was pregnant, had Craig not had a vasectomy". I was getting up several times a night to use the restroom, I was incredibly tired, and then of course, I was several weeks "late". I was in complete denial obviously, because how in the world does a vasectomy fail? (Well it fails when the Lord has other plans for your life.) So my friend said, and I quote, "just go take a test, because if this is going to happen to anyone, it would be you". Sure enough, I no more dipped the stick, and two lines appear. What does a normal, calm, totally sane person do when that happens? Well you sit in the bathroom floor and hyperventilate until your hands begin to feel numb, then you pull yourself together enough to get up, walk out the door, walk to that friend, and almost throw-up in the trash can beside you. No lie, it happened!!! Then you give another urine sample, and a blood sample only to get the same results. Then, the shock hits in full force and you have to drive home at 2 o'clock in the morning, wake your sleeping Husband, and punch him in the face. (OK, so that didn't happen) You immediately tell him the good news while holding back sobs, and He buries his head in his hands on the end of the bed and asks you when your going to tell him this is all a joke. That' s when I punched Him in the face :) (well I should have anyway) After a couple of hours of laying in bed beside each other in complete silence, you fall asleep. That is what happens if your sane. Who knows what would happen if your not.
The very next day I called my OB and was sent in for blood work, which showed that I was approximately 7-8 weeks pregnant. Of course I was. Why wouldn't I be? Craig did have a vasectomy after all!!! Then I had an ultrasound, and sure enough, there was that tiny little heartbeat that will melt a Mommas heart. I knew from day one that the Lord had ordained this child, and that He/She was planted by our Heavenly Father in my womb for a reason, but the day that I was able to see my baby's heartbeat was the day that I was able to rest in God's promise that He will never give me more than I can handle. Although I was shocked, (and to be honest, I still am) I am blessed to be found worthy of raising another child. He has given Craig and I a gift that I am so thankful for.
I will need a bigger home, and I would like a bigger car, and of course, there is that dang Trinity school tuition that will most definitely increase, but for now, I will trust in Christ. He holds the future. He holds my life in the very palm of His hand. And He holds this child.
Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are son's born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.