Some Exciting News from the Greers!
Our family has some exciting news—I’m going to have a baby! The little one is due this July and we keep pinching ourselves to see if this is really happening. It’s such a sweet and gracious gift from God to get to include a new little human in our lives.
I’m already 20 weeks along (I can hardly believe I’m halfway there!) and well into my second trimester. We discovered I was pregnant in November, just a little more than a week before our Thanksgiving holiday and I’m just going to say it was a little intimidating looking ahead to a holiday season that would soon be overcome with morning sickness and fatigue. Looking back, those two months just seem like a blur and I’m so thankful to be past them. I feel much better now and have started to feel our sweet baby kick and wiggle inside me.
We told Valentine on Christmas morning, just after she finished opening her presents. We wrote a simple message on a card that she would be able to read (“Mama has a baby in her tummy”) and taped an ultrasound picture of the baby on the inside. She was so quiet and still at first, but then started asking lots of questions. I could tell that she felt nervous about what it all meant (especially the possibility of a brother), but later that afternoon she stopped in her tracks and exclaimed, “I’m going to have a sibling!” It made me laugh out loud as I watched her realize that she would get to experience something that she’d seen lots of other kids her age experience, a thing she had never really thought was a possibility for herself. Since that time, she’s been so sweetly solicitous—when I’m making lunch she’ll ask, “Is that good for the baby?” or when I bend down to sweep up a dust pile, “Is that good for the baby?” She’s going to be such a caring big sister.
At each of my doctor’s appointments, we get glowing reports of the health of the baby. Next week is the big ultrasound when we should be able to find out the gender of the baby. I’m so, so excited for this, because it just feels like a way to start to get to know our little one. In fact, Logan and I haven’t even spent a lot of time talking about names and such, and I think it’s because we’re waiting to find out if the baby is a boy or a girl. Then it will feel like we’re naming this actual child, instead of just making a list of pretty names, if that makes sense…
It has been a really long process to get to this point. I haven’t written at all about this, but we have been trying to have a baby for well over two years. During that time we discovered that I had a hormonal imbalance, and we suffered the loss of three babies. Each miscarriage was very early on in the pregnancy and was not physically difficult, but I’m sure you can imagine our sadness each time. I really do hope to share more with you about this part of our story in the months ahead, but for now I just want to say that one of God’s greatest gifts to us during all of this was the kindness, empathy, service and prayers of our dear family and friends. Even though it all felt so personal, the truth is that miscarriage and infertility is not that rare, and we had so many people walk alongside us who could really understand and share in our pain.
But now, these same people have been there to share in our joy. I have been so humbled by the response of these dear ones—such genuine happiness and thankfulness on our behalf. I’ve watched multiple friends burst into tears when I’ve told them our news, Logan’s colleagues started cheering during a meeting in which he told them I was pregnant, and when I called my brother on Christmas day to tell him, he exclaimed, “This is the best Christmas ever!” On the day that I told my friend Torrie (and this still blows me away every time I think about it), she immediately got up, went into her bedroom and came out with a quilt. She had once heard me say that a particular quilt would be so pretty for a baby and had decided to make it for me, not waiting for me to get pregnant before doing so. She had worked on it for six months and had finished it that very morning—the morning I told her I was pregnant.
I say all this only to say that if you’re walking a painful or difficult road, as scary as it is to open up and be vulnerable during that time, it’s so good tell your closest friends and family. We couldn’t have done it without them during the hard times and we get to share our joy with them during the good times. I sincerely believe that during life’s most difficult moments, God uses his church to give us a tangible way to experience his own presence and love.
Speaking of which, thank you for sharing in our joy right now. I’m so excited to share more about this pregnancy with you and to even start to write a bit about our journey of infertility. We’re overwhelmed with thankfulness for the gift of this new child.
Aanna, Logan & Valentine