That God answers prayers, but on his time.
I think this is one thing I
struggle with, being patient. I constantly have to remind myself that God
answers prayers on his time, and we have to wait for our prayers to be answered. After a year and a half of trying and hearing difficult diagnosis..
we got our prayer answered... we are having a baby!
This came as a shock to both of
us. We had been waiting for my period to come so that we could start our RX,
but it never came. We both thought maybe it was just late or off beccause of
all the stress and the tests we had gone through over the course of the last
three months.
We made a trip to Tennessee to
visit family and I felt strange the whole time. Something just felt off and I
couldn't put my finger on it but just pushed it to the back of my mind, I
wanted enjoy time with family and old friends while visiting and showing my
husband where I grew up (I'm trying to talk him into moving to Tennessee).
When we came back I still felt
strange and even more bloated (which again, I thought maybe it was due to being
late). I told my sweetheart that morning that either way I have to call our
OBGYN. If I'm late (which now I'm over a month and half late LMP was Feb 22)
and it is negative I have to call and if I'm positive, I still have to call. So still we had a 50/50 shot. I dropped the
older children to school, the baby was with our nanny, and I made a pit stop to
RiteAide before popping into our office that morning.
I have never been so nervous to
pee in a cup before, this was it and this was our last shot. We have been
trying for almost two years now and we were exhausted and tired of the constant
disappointments. We promised each other that if it didn’t happen this
time, we would take a break. We would focus on our three beautiful children,
our marriage, get connected with God again, and focus on getting healthy again.
So I waited …
And waited…
I was nervous to step back into the bathroom where I placed our
test. But I swallowed my insecurities and forced myself to go in and then there
it was... two little pink lines. Two precious pink lines. I screamed and cried,
called my sweetheart and we sobbed together over the phone. Called my OBGYN and
made my appointment. They congratulated us with so much excitement.
I’ve been glowing since, our sweet little one is due sometime late
November to early December.
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