It's true: we're pregnant! And we're way excited; Waverly, on the other hand, couldn't really care less and that's quite okay with me. What else would we have expected? Tonight she insisted that her baby was on our crate. Clueless. But we smile and nod and mutter amongst ourselves that her world will soon be rocked.
I believe I'm only about a month along and my pragmatic mind tells me we should wait until the golden 12-week-mark to tell the world about our little bundle of joy. By my desperate, dependent soul tells me that we need prayer every step of the way. We've trusted the Lord with a lot these past six months, we've been more desperate for Him now than in our entire lives, and being pregnant in a third-world country is no exception.
What about healthcare? Well, we'll find out, won't we? But I am encouraged that I'm not the first ever missionary to carry or birth a baby in Africa. And I am thankful that we have travelled this journey once before so that I can have some peace about what to expect along the way.
But as you think of us, please pray. Pray that we will have wisdom over the next nine months. Pray that it will be uneventful and maybe even fun. Pray for good health. And please, oh please, pray that Waverly will lighten up.
Ahhhhhhhh congrats!!!
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