Real Life, Real Feelings

So this is the entry where I talk about more than fun facts, I talk about feelings. Real life, real feelings. In real life, positive pregnancy tests happen. It has happened to me six times now. And even though it was my 6th positive test, if you don't count the follow ups you do to convince yourself the first one was correct and yes, still 2 pink lines, I was still not used to that first line popping up pink, fast, dark. I mean, technically, my period wasn't even late. It wasn't the first morning urine. It was fluke, on a whim, had an extra test laying around, late at night, hmmm, I wonder kinda thing. And that was POSITIVE. My brain, my heart, my soul was struggling to get it's bearings. Processing on so many levels at one time. My hands were shaking, an outward expression of my insides. I rushed to Scot on the bed. Handed him the test and couldn't even speak. His eyes got big. I don't even remember now what he said. I fell back on the bed. I needed him to tell me it was all going to be ok. I know I asked how did God think I could do this right now? What is He up to? What was He thinking?! And Scot, the precious husband that he is went on to talk to me for an hour about the greatest joy in his life was me and the kids. Nothing else mattered, but kids, they matter. And this new baby was going to be such a joy, such a blessing to our family. God will handle the details. He will provide enough for each day. And he laughed a lot. Shocked and excited. And he talked about our car situation and where will the baby sleep. And he was starting to see why God gave us this house. Then he did the most precious thing. He prayed for me. Prayed the first ever prayer for the new baby. How blessed am I?