Our baby girl is due six weeks from tomorrow. As I write this, Marathon Girl is sitting in a rocking chair on the other side of the room, putting the finishing touches on a blanket for Stevenâ€™s bed. Her hands move in a regular up and down motion as the needle dips through the layers of fabric. Her left arm is resting on her pregnant belly.
In my inbox is an email from a good, longtime friend. Sheâ€™s asking how Marathon Girl is doing and what my boys are up to. And she asks how Iâ€™m handling this pregnancy with a girl on the way. Sheâ€™s not the first to ask this question. Once we announced a girl was on the way, people seem to think that having a girl on the way would be difficult for me.
For the most part this pregnancy has been a lot easier than the first two. I better understand the ups and downs Marathon Girl goes through. Iâ€™m better at helping her with the things she needs during this time. And Marathon Girl will attest, Iâ€™m nowhere near as anxious and uninvolved as I was when she was pregnant with Aidan.
In some ways itâ€™s been a challenge. Iâ€™ve thought back to Hope more during the last few months than I have the last two or three years. Thinking that Iâ€™ll have a little girl to hold and cherish again puts a lump in my throat.
But the challenges are nothing I canâ€™t deal with. In an hour weâ€™ll go to bed and Iâ€™ll put my arm around Marathon Girl and felt the baby kick and move. Marathon Girl will tell me that this little girl the most active of all our children and I keep my hand on her belly until I fall asleep.
Iâ€™m just happy to have a little girl that will join our family. A little girl that will join her mom and dad and two older brothers. Our little girl to raise and to teach and to love.
Life is good.
We are blessed.