Fourth and Eight

Now is definitely the right time of year to be eating for two.

And with eight months to go until we welcome our fourth little fish into the family, that's just what I plan to do.

I'm about eight weeks along now and have been given a tentative due date of mid-July. I'll be able to narrow that down a little once I get word on my OGDDDP (Official Gary Dyksterhouse Due Date Prediction). Gary's predicted two out of three of our kids' birthdays with stunning accuracy. That's a much better record than my doctors, who have been wrong every single time.

We're calling the little one Sprout for now. Except for Abby. She's convinced the new baby is a girl, and has already named her Aurora. And considering she has been praying for a baby sister since some time in August, she may very well be right.

Caleb is pulling for another little brother, and is convinced that if he yells it loud enough, that's just what he'll get. He's also caught up in a never-ending game of Poke the Baby that involves him sneaking up beside me and poking my belly with his fat little fingers. It's kind of cute right now, but I'm sure it's going to get old pretty quickly.

Please join us in praying for our new little one as we anxiously look forward to meeting him or her next summer!