As is written and often quoted (albeit often misquoted I discovered recently) poem by Robert Burns, things in life don't always go the way we plan for them. Like having a child with a CHD. But we make the best of what ever comes are way and are hopefully the better for it.
Once again Russ and I find ourselves heading down a path we didn't plan. And that path starts with a 9 month journey. Yep, that's right. Russ and I are expecting our 6th child. Before you start asking if we know there are things that can prevent that, yes we do and yes we used it. It just didn't work as it sometimes doesn't. And for the most part I'm fine with it. I do worry about little things like where on earth will we fit another body in our car that is full and what are we going to do with a baby when it's time for Dylan's next surgery. But I know that things will all work out, as I know that this child was meant to be a part of our family. Just not quite what we expected at this point. (Granted, I'm sure my older sister who is also expecting but who will be 41 close to when she delivers feels much the same way.)
I will be 10 weeks tomorrow, which puts the due date as September 15. We told the kids last night and they are thrilled. Russ and I aren't quite as excited as they are, but we're getting there.