Taxi rides in Ecuador are normally reminiscent of roller coasters gone wild, and that trip was no exception. But that didn't help me explain the sudden, overwhelming nausea as we departed Guayaquil. I never got car sick - even in Ecuador's crazy driving. I couldn't have food poisoning yet, I had yet to eat or drink in the country. Strange.
We arrived at the orphanage after one of the seemingly longer car rides of my life. I was thrilled to see the kids, and tried not to appear as green as I felt. It didn't take long before the joy of being with them overwhelmed anything else.
At one point, one of the boys we had been particularly close to when we'd lived there came over to me, placed his hand on my lower abdomen and said, "you have a baby" (in Spanish). No, no, we still don't have any kids. They always found it strange we didn't have kids before so I didn't think much of it other than to reassure them we STILL weren't pregnant - but loved them to pieces.
Over the next 2-3 days a similar thing occurred with two of the other boys and one girl who'd known us before. They'd place a hand on my belly and say, very matter of factly; "baby."
"Geoff! Did I gain weight and you didn't tell me?!? Is my belly sticking out? What are they doing?"
Perhaps it was just a blessing they were offering. I'll take it. They never asked if we were pregnant, they were telling us. "Baby." We didn't get it.
But by day four or so, feeling increasingly nauseous and just plain strange, I was out of options. A late night thought hit me and I finally dared suggest to Geoff that, "Um, either something is really wrong with me, or I'm pregnant." Such a possibility and hope isn't something you even want to bring up when you've tried for several years and know the odds aren't high.
I'll spare you the resulting details of our adventure finding and translating a pregnancy test in another culture. It was lots of fun.
"What?!? I think it says we're pregnant!" Even after 4 tests, taken over three days, we still could only muster a, "wow, we might actually be pregnant," the rest of our time in Ecuador.
You'll never guess. I really was - and am - pregnant.
Today is this baby's 40 week anniversary of life. (I guess more technically he's been around closer to 38 since they add two "free" weeks on at the beginning - but who's counting.) He has travelled along with us to multiple countries and states and we've enjoyed having him with us through a myriad of adventures already. He's been quite a trooper.
I'm thankful he grew at least to "full term" and look forward to meeting him as soon as he's ready. There may not be much time for writing, but we'll get a picture up here as soon as possible after he's born to "introduce" you all to this little man more directly.
We don't even know what his name will be yet. We have to meet him first. I can't wait to see him in his Daddy's arms. I can't wait to hold him in mine. I can't wait to see what his gifts and blessing to this world will be. We already love you sweet one, and praise GOD for you.