There Was An Old Woman

I mostly use this blog for advertising Eagle School.  The homeschool program I run in the Orlando area.  There are random times, though, that I get the urge to post about my kids, or personal experiences homeschooling, and today is one of those times.  Reason being, I have an announcement to make.


I have decided to write a blog post about this announcement, instead of announcing it on Facebook, because I know there may be some questions.  I want to answer these questions, to the best of my ability, all at once.  Ready?  Ok.


I am pregnant with my 5th child.  Yes.  My 5th.  Yes.  When this baby is born, my youngest will be almost six and my oldest will be verging on 13. Now to answer some questions.  I have compiled a list of questions from my past.  These are all questions I received when I was pregnant with my 4th, so I can only image they are the same for a 5th.


Was this planned?  No.  Only crazy people have a 5th child.  I am not crazy.  Wait…


Don’t you know how this happens?  My mom explained it to me a few years ago, but apparently I did not understand fully.  If you feel the need, you can email me to clarify.


Do you WANT all these children?  Why?  Do you?  You can’t have my boy. He is my only one right now and we need someone to carry on the Herron name.  On the other hand, only two of my kids were planned and we love the ones who were not…a lot.


What does your husband think?  He thinks he’s awesome, but that is nothing new.  Actually, when I told him he laughed, which is much better than saying something insensitive to make me cry.



How are you going to do it?  In the past, I have pushed REALLY hard.  Wait, did you mean how am I going to care for it?


That is a great question because as I sit here feeling sick and tired, I am overwhelmed by the thought of another baby.  One thing I do know is that this was not a surprise to One.  (Well, two, because apparently it was not a surprise to my mom who knew I would have one more, but she is crazy because she had 7).


I do know this: this child is a blessing.  This child is not an accident, no matter how unplanned by my husband and I.  He/she will be welcomed with open arms by 4 older siblings who can barely contain their excitement.


I will have to forgo the SUV I was looking at and go ahead and get another minivan.  Being cool again will have to wait.  I will have to strap a baby on me (with one of those cool wrappy things I have never used) while I run a homeschool program and homeschool a bunch of kids.   I will have a stroller at the basketball court and softball field watching my teenager play.  Algebra will be interrupted by temper tantrums.  My oldest will drive my four year old around to fun places, pretending like he/she is hers.  Just like I used to with my younger siblings.  My body, that looks and feels like a woman again, will…well…enlarge again.

In case you wondered my families reaction.

In case you wondered my families reaction.


I will have one more little one to teach to read.  I will have a little one that still adores me even when the older siblings are going through stages of not so much adoring. One more to teach to swim and ride a bike and not interrupt and pick up toys I’ll have to buy again because I didn’t think I’d need them anymore.


I don’t know how I will do it, but I know I can.  As my friend said in a text last week:  “ Just remember the plans we have for ourselves and family, may not be anywhere close to what our Creator has in store for us…and this is a GOOD thing.”


So true, plus, anything seems easier than feeling like you have the stomach flu constantly, not knowing whether to eat or puke, while also feeling like sleeping is the only good idea all day.


I’m sure I have missed some questions, but I hope I have answered most.  Pray for me.  Pray for this little one.  And finally, if you feel the desire to do anything, come clean my house.  Thank you.



“I shall now have one mouth the more to fill, and two feet more to shoe;

more disturbed nights, more laborious days,

and less leisure for visiting, reading, music and drawing.

This is one side of the story to be sure, but I look at the other.

Here is a sweet, fragrant mouth to kiss;

here are two more feet to make music with their pattering about my nursery.

Here is a soul to train for God, and the body in which it dwells is worthy of all it will cost,

since it is the abode of a kingly tenant.

I may see less of friends, but I have gained one dearer than them all,

to whom, while I minister in Christ’s name,

I make a willing sacrifice of what little leisure for my own recreation, my other darlings had left me.

Yes, my precious baby, you are welcome to your mother’s heart,

welcome to her time, her strength, her health, her tenderest cares, to her life-long prayers!

Oh, how rich I am, how truly, how wondrously blest!”

Elizabeth Prentiss | Stepping Heavenward