I always joked with Charles when I was pregnant that AJ was never going to listen to her daddy.  She and I would be lying on the couch (she in the womb, me on the couch) and she’d be kicking up a storm.  I couldn’t wait for Charles to get home or make it into the room to feel her moving and shaking in my tummy.  Without fail, EVERY TIME, he would put his hand on my stomach and NOTHING.  Daddy was home and no more movement.  RADIO SILENCE.  It was definitely a source of comic relief; something we could joke about in our not-so-jovial situation.

So, RADIO SILENCE.  I realize that’s what it’s been in the life of this blog for the past few months.  After my last post, I was going to follow-up with an entry entitled “On Getting Pregnant Again”.  I knew exactly what I was going to write about:  our thoughts on having another baby, potential timeline for trying to conceive, our feelings and emotions regarding the possibility of moving forward, etc.  But, if you’ve been following the life of this blog you know that I try to live minute by minute, and in those minutes of my life, PLANS CHANGED.  Imagine that.  Plans for this blog changed because plans for our lives changed.  While I was going to write about our THOUGHTS on “getting pregnant again”, I actually GOT PREGNANT AGAIN.

On Tuesday, December 16^th, Charles and I learned that we were expecting Baby Abdelahad #2.  Praise be to God!

In the process of ensuring my body was “back to normal”, we were blessed with a wonderful, and scary, surprise.  Based on my history of conceiving, I was not prepared for how fast this actually happened (physically and mentally).  One of the first thoughts that went through my head was, “POB (my doctor) is going to be SO mad at me!”  POB instructed me to wait three months before “trying” again.  Don’t worry – she said she wasn’t mad at me! 😉  I called the doctor’s office the morning I peed on the stick, and they immediately wanted me to come in for blood work, which I learned is customary with two pregnancies extremely close in proximity.  I didn’t know that was considered SOP (Standard Operating Procedure), so I was FREAKING OUT.  Thank God, the results came back fine (within just a couple of days).  But, they wanted me to come back the next Monday for the same test again.  {When the office called and said to come back (again), I was driving to my friend Katie’s house (who went through a similar situation).  Almost as soon as I sat down on her couch I had to ask – WAS THIS NORMAL?  Were these blood tests normal?  Oh, by the way, Katie, I’m pregnant again!}  After the second set of blood tests came back normal, I was scheduled to have an UltraSound on New Year’s Eve.  At 7.5 weeks we got to see our second baby for the first time.

By the grace of God and through the many, many prayers of basically everyone we know, we have been blessed again.  Currently at 24 weeks into this pregnancy, we are all doing great.  Most importantly, we want to thank you all for your prayers, and kind words and gestures, over the last year plus.  We humbly ask you to continue to pray for us along our journey.