Dusty Frame

So, I went to the midwife Monday. Yep. I went to confirm a pregnancy. My own. =) Brian wouldn't let me spill the beans until we had it confirmed, which I totally understand and appreciate. However, this is so exciting that I feel like I am going to burst (that feeling may be from the bruschetta that I ate last night, though, so...) I took Caleb with me because I thought that I would just be peeing in a cup, since I had already had a PAP smear less than 1 year ago (and surely one should not have to experience more than one of these things per year, right?). Wrong. I was very wrong. Not only was trying to pee in a cup while holding my almost-9-month old extremely awkward and challenging, but also being clad in the white tissue paper outfit that they give you (how generous!) with a squirmy little man and who also loves ripping up tissue paper substances (thank you, Christmas) was quite a task. I was sitting there in the little room thinking, "Lord, what are you thinking? Another baby now?" But then I couldn't help but to laugh. Yep. Now. It's perfect. I am so clueless, why not add another baby to the mix? If he/she is half as cool as Caleb, it will be an amazing reminder that the God of the universe has once again blessed me with someone else of whom I am not worthy. I am only six weeks along, so at this point, there is a LOT up in the air with regard to developmental issues. Please pray that the Lord will continue to knit this baby together inside of me for His own Name. I am trusting in His sovereign hands. He knows my frame and is mindful that I am but dust (Psalm 103).