And then there were three

Little Baby Larson number three started wiggling around a few weeks ago. Well, I suppose the baby has been wiggling for a while but I finally noticed. The morning sickness is gone and except for the occasional acid reflux and back spasm I feel great- most of the time I forget I am pregnant. In a week we find out the gender of the baby so then the real planning can begin. This has been a little bit of a shock to my system, I planned on having a nice two year break after having John before the next baby came. But when John was a few months old I started thinking about another baby. I dismissed it the first several times and then I decided to talk to Neil about it. I was sure he would dismiss it as some weird form of the baby blues. So I called Neil and talked to him and all he said was, "let me think about it." Not quite the reaction I planned on. A little while later Neil called me back and declared he thought we should have another baby but we should start praying for a raise. So we did and the next day Neil got a raise. Things seemed pretty clear we were suppose to have this baby now. My mom thinks the little baby was just really excited to get here and couldn't wait. I am feeling all sappy and emotional about my little kiddos so it is probably the right time to stop typing :) But that, in a nut shell, is why there is only a 15 month break between the kids. You should see the crazy looks I get from people now that I am obviously pregnant and carting around a toddler and a baby. I was at the mall the other day and this lady stopped to hold the door for my stroller so I said, "Thanks, I have a lot going on." She looked at my stomach then at John and Grace and told me, with a voice drenched in disdain, "You have too much going on"! Little did she know my children have been the greatest blessings I have been given. (Hopefully that end isn't too didactic).