It happened a wee whilie ago but it's only now that I have been given permission to tell the world!  My daughter is pregnant!!!  Ten years later than planned, my next two grandchildren are due to hit this world sometime in November.  I was told the day before my 60th birthday that the pregnancy test was positive.  But obviously it was very early days and I was told to hold the information to myself till the 12 week scan. The news both 'made' my birthday and 'ruined' it.  (Well, let's face it, the thought of being 60 is enough to ruin any birthday!)  Of course I was absolutely delighted (especially after the aforesaid ten years) but I might be described as a worrier by all who know me, and so I have done the said worrying ever since the announcement.

But you know what?  I have decided to give up the worry.  These babies are fine, looping the loop and looking very healthy and active.  The doctor is pleased.  Jane and Gareth are pleased (except when Jane is throwing up all over the place!) and so, just for a few weeks, I also am also going to be pleased.  After that I might just allow myself to worry a very little!

Motherhood is hard.  We long for our children to be happy and we think we know better than their Heavenly Father.  After all, I am her mother.  That must count for something.  I would have had her pregnant years ago.

But the timing will be just right - whatever that might mean!  Thank the Lord!

Now all I have to worry about is the babysitting!!!  Any volunteers?

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