It was planned....

But still came as a HUGE surprise to us. If you have asked me if I was having more kids, my answer was "It would take an act of God to get me pregnant again." Yes, I get very ill and am pretty much disabled for 16 weeks, then I gain 50 pounds.

God did speak to me in various ways, and through a complete lack of sanity, I did conceive immediately. The comical aspect: after I ovulated I told Spence, "If this doesn't work, we are NOT trying again. What are we thinking. This is crazy!"

So it was meant to be. I am 10 weeks miserable, and better not be nominated as worst dressed for What Not To Wear as my fashion sense will be lacking the next 8 months.

Lets just say we have been stunned and have not known what to think the last 2 months. The surprise has begun to wear off and I am now starting to think about tiny fingers and toes as an exciting thing to have in the house again.

The most amusing part of this all has been the reactions I have received from family and friends. My Mom and sisters all gasped and then blurted out, "Was this planned?!!!" Yes, I was seriously done. My friends have been equally stunned and then say, "But haven't you sold all your baby gear at the nickel auction?" To that I say yes, and will be needing to borrow many items. But this is a good thing. So I will just see the humor in it all.

I am in the Relief Society Presidency. When I told the President, she said, "Well, I guess we can give you 6 weeks off...." The timing for this is going to be hard but we are game. So there you have it. 6 weeks and counting until food tastes like food again.