"Four kids, really?" That's the typical response from anyone I tell that we're expecting another child in May. That and the always classic, "You haven't figured out what causes that yet?" It's funny that people look at four children as such a high number. I think in the current world, two or three is the norm. After having two children, the third was pretty easy to handle, so why not try for four? It just seems like a logical choice to me. I can't help it that I prefer even numbers and symmetrical architecture.
With all that being said, I never thought I would be the father of three or even four. I thought two was more then enough. God blessed me and mine with a third though, and at that time, I knew in my heart that three kids was good and plenty. My wife had said she wanted another child, but I had all but taken that completely off the table. We struggle to raise two, much less three. There was no way we could afford to have a fourth child. So, almost two years passed and I woke up one morning thinking about having another child. My wife and I had not even talked about it. It was just there. A seed had been planted and began growing in my mind. Every Dad can probably agree that they want to have a boy, sometime in there life. I had already been blessed with three beautiful girls, but I wanted to see if the fourth time was the charm.
Several days later, during one of our day off, house cleaning sessions, I proposed the idea to my wife. I didn't immediately want to start trying, but I could see having another one in the next couple of years. It took all of a week for us to find out we were pregnant. Thank God that He had planted that seed in my brain because I was already ready for it. Now, we are about four months along. We find out in about four weeks what the sex of the baby will be. I hope it's a boy, but whatever God decides to bless us with will be more then wanted and loved. I remember clearly my wife, then my girlfriend, telling me that she had been told since she was fourteen that she couldn't have children. Every child to us is a blessing.
So, I picture a little boy growing in my wife's belly, sucking his thumb, running his laps, and thinking "I am Number Four!" He will be blessed with super powers just like the rest of us. Love, compassion, humor, and smarts will be in his tool box. And he will be born in May. I can't wait to see the world premier.