I have blogged now, for almost 9 years straight.  To be honest, it is a big huge pain a lot of the time.  Mostly because, I either have to get up really early in the morning to write — or stay up into the night when I am so exhausted, I can barely see straight.  Because if I happen to sneak away from my kids during the day, like hunting dogs to their kill, my kids find me…crawl into my lap, and insist on watching family videos.  Hence, the blogging goes down the drain.
There have been times when I think it is a good time to call it a day on the blog, but my nature of keeping things fair for my kids, will not allow me to do that.  I figure that having every single story of Scout and Navy’s lives written down is such a cool thing.  And what a rip it would be to Dash and Pippi to not have their stories.  So I am guessing that I will continue to write….for a very long time!
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Today’s real date (although I am backdating this post) is April 23, 2016.
As of now, I don’t have one thing written down on this blog.
But I have kept up with pictures, and will try my hardest to recreate our last four months, with our life’s happenings, as if I was writing the night it happened.
My point being, the posts may be short, and lacking details — but I’ll give it my best shot.
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I am behind on the blog, because life is busy.  But there is another reason….that theoretically started the day the Calendar changed to 2016.  I didn’t find out about it until later this month, but I will tell the story from now.
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The beginning of January was fun — Micah and I went ice fishing, we had just rung in the new year, and everything was rolling along perfectly.  Skylar had the marathon flu, and about the end of January, I started to get the same thing.  When I say marathon, I mean marathon!  I felt sick for what seemed like weeks — just the way Skylar was.  My mom was visiting Tristen, but kept getting reports about how I was so unlike myself, and started threatening me to get to a doctor.  Yeah right I needed a doctor!  About 3 weeks into me feeling terrible, Micah told me he was coming down with the same thing.  Well, in honor of DraMicah getting well fast, I went to find out what the heck we all had.
Thank goodness for my beloved Dr. Theiny who took a blood panel and called me the next morning.
After we spoke, I FaceTimed Micah, and said, “Well Babe, you definitely don’t have what I have.”
He disagreed with me for a few seconds, and then paused and said, “WHAT?! You’re pregnant?!”
I confirmed, and then the conversation went like this, “How are we that couple?” and “How could we be so irresponsible?”
Needless to say, we weren’t planning on a #5.
It took many days of consistent shock to absorb the information we had received.  We had to try so hard to get our first four babies — with five times the amount of a normal dose of Clomid for 4-6 months each time!  Even Dr. Thein agreed with my statement, “I thought it was impossible for me to get pregnant on my own!”  He said, “Lindsey, I have never known you to ovulate.”
But here we are.
Without a baby crib, infant carrier, baby jumper, etc.
Here we are….preparing for our baby who must really want to be here with us.
I’ll admit that I am still somewhat in shock — but I am having more and more moments of peace and excitement.
My kids are ridiculously happy about the news — although the boys want a boy, and the girls want a girl.
And I am sure that as life unfolds, it will become clearer and clearer that this is our unexpected but perfect surprise.
Did I mention I write this now, because our little surprise was a byproduct of ringing in 2016?!!!
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Now on to blogging….