Welcome, Baby Judah!

It's been a great few days, but BY FAR the most exciting thing that's happened all week is that Kay and Jerrell had their baby! Yeah! Welcome to the world little Judah!

Kay and I had always wanted to be pregnant together, and by that I mean for the last few years. (Neither one of us really had a maternal bone in our body prior to that.) When we were in England, I saw an M&M's commercial where two pregnant girls were sitting on a couch next to each other and they were letting their babies kick M&M's off their tummies. I thought that was so cute and I just knew that would be me and Kay one day. The Lord did not have that for us the first time around (plus, we didn't even live in the same city). But Jayk and Jackson are only 10 months apart and that's nothing at this point. Those two are really starting to love each other, which is so much fun. Jackson talks about Jayk all the time, constantly wanting to go to church and see him.

Soon after we moved back to Houston in March, Kay and Jayk came over for our first little playdate at my house. That was when she told me the exciting news that she was expecting. What joy! Of course, I wasn't pregnant yet but hoped to be within a few months. The Lord was so sweet to let us have our little dream. We've enjoyed getting to share this season together. There was a lot of praying and encouraging each other through morning sickness - first Kay, then me. I give her lots of credit for getting me through those 16 weeks without losing my ever loving mind, simply because she took Zofran first and found out that it worked. And she may have seen me through some otherwise bleak days when Costco didn't get me my generic meds on time! There was lots of snack sharing in Sunday school, lots of "Girl, you look so good! No way, your hiney totally looks small!", lots of fanning ourselves with the announcement sheets when there was no air circulating in the room. There might have even been some spousal support going on between our husbands. Pregnancy can be hard on men too. Bless their hearts. (But bless our hearts more.)

We knew for the past couple weeks that Baby Judah would be making his debut any day. Plans were made but always with the knowledge that a tiny little guy could change things up. There was church last Sunday with the missionary lunch afterward, bunco on Monday, fellowship dinner at church on Wednesday, girls night out on Thursday to the Grand Luxe. Then yesterday we even ran into the Altics and Bridgwaters at the Galleria. Kay was not feeling well and thought it could be the day. Jerrell had everything packed in the car in case they had to go straight to the hospital. I really didn't think I'd see her again until that baby boy was in her arms! Sure enough, several hours later they were on their way to the hospital. Judah was born last night at 10:51.

We got to drop by the hospital this evening and meet that precious little one. He is as beautiful as his big brother and definitely has his own look. His mommy was beautiful and radiant and joyful. His daddy was proud and happy and beaming. And now they are four. What a special time in life to be having these kinds of moments. And to share them with people you love so much.

Needless to say, now I have baby fever something fierce! I wish our little girl could join us right away and be here in time for Christmas. But it is going to be a great holiday season in our new home and with our nearly-three-year-old. We will savor it as it flies by. February 12 is less than three months away. Baby Girl will be here before we know it! And then I'll get to spend my Sunday school hour with Kay in the nursing moms room. I can't wait!