seriously. we're pregnant. I'm pregnant. Seriously. At least I saw 2 pink lines on my pregnancy test this morning. I have told 3 people. Svend. CJ. Rebeckah.  My butterflies and rapid heart beat have finally ceased. I am grateful for the opportunity to be able to bring another child into this world. I finally had to forget all the 9 months of "stuff" and just remember the end result.  That sealed the deal for me. That it was really going to be okay to get pregnant again.
Last week Bergen started crying when he asked when I was going to have a brother for him. Tabitha told me later that there was a baby in my tummy.  We are prayer for a boy. But healthy and happy would make our lives complete. So we are just praying for that. Svend doesn't want to tell the kids til February.  I guess, if I don't get sick that it'll be okay... but I had to e-mail and text two friends just to move on this morning! I don't know how to keep this secret. I've NEVER been good at it. We always tell our family the minute I find out.  This time though, we'll do it in person. So, Christmas at Bjorns and I'll tell my family while I'm home for Jordan's endowment. If I can wait...if I don't get sick... ahh!

I've had a massive cold. Today we have "christmas" for our kids... it was so fun! They got so much stuff and have been on "highs" all day :) I went up to grab something for Tabitha out of the santa bag and saw my prego test that I bought a few weeks ago (in anticipation...) and instantly my heart was thudding and I just couldn't "NOT" take the test.  When I found out I was pregnant with Brooklyn, my nausea had been masked by a massive sinus infection and I had been taking lots of meds that had side effects of nausea...so I thought...cold? pregnant.

Now my cold is gone. Time to start P90X again...Monday. Svend got me a yoga mat and yoga pants :) now I won't get rug burn! YAY!!





The other part of this post HAS to mention the horror in CT yesterday. 28 people were killed because of a psycho gunman.  20 were kids between 6years and 7years old...kindergarten classes.  I cried so much over this yesterday.  I love my children so much and cannot imagine the heartache of the parents of those children. The children are in their savior's arms...but the parents much try to move on... words cannot express...and I think prayers of comfort for their family/friends/town will be uttered for a very long time from my lips.