Meant To Be

Some things are just meant to be. So far beyond my tiny little brain, God has this huge plan in his mind of how things will be. He is able to see the big picture. This came to mind last night as Jeremiah and I were talking about our kids.

Back up a couple days and you'll see the four of us- Jeremiah, me, Jonah, and Aphia walking into the clinic to have the ultrasound for our 20 week old baby. The ultrasound will tell us if things are looking good for the baby, that s/he is growing and healthy and will also tell us whether it will be a he or a she! We did not find out the sex of Jonah or Aphia before they were born, but we decided to go the other way with baby #3. During the ultrasound all was looking great and then our doctor told us that we would be adding a boy to our family! We're overjoyed! Jonah was a bit upset at first, he was really, really pulling for another sister, the entire duration of the pregnancy until now. But he's very easy to reason with and quickly adjusted to the idea of a brother.

So now fast forward to Sunday evening when the children are asleep and we're talking about our family. We've decided to name our baby boy Isaiah John and we were talking about how Isaiah was meant to be. He was meant to be because I was about 5-6 days past when I "should have ovulated" when Jeremiah said, "Let's try tonight," those many months ago.... neither of us really thought anything would happen. Well God had bigger plans to formulate because Isaiah was meant to be. It was very, very exciting to put a so-called, characteristic to our forming baby boy. We know already that Jonah is a structured, rules boy and very sensative. We know that Aphia is a limit tester, with SO much charm it's practically oozing from her. And now we know that Isaiah was our child who just had to be and God made it happen. The miracle of conception and birth is always incredible to me. But this time it takes my breath away. God's mighty hand creating and covering our sweet boy, forming him, and strengthening him. wow.

Jonah and Aphia are LOVING knowing that they're going to have a little brother. They are really starting to refer to him as one of the family now, which is so awesome to see and hear. Aphia still continually looks into my belly button to see if she can see him, but to her slight disappointment, still cannot :)

Isaiah's been moving more and more, each night I can feel him tumble around a bit when I lay down. I go back to the doctor in two weeks so she can take measurements of his heart and see his face (hopefully). He was laying face down during the ultrasound and so she didn't even attempt to get heart pictures and measurements because she knew she wouldn't be satisfied with them.

For now, I continue to try to do what's best for my body, thus being best for Isaiah. I try to continue to be present and intentional in my "momming" and the same for my "wifing". God is good and I'll praise him through the good (which is now) and the bad (which is hopefully never, but most likely inevitable).