This Is God

I've posted bits and pieces of our journey to have another baby... but basically I was diagnosed with polycystic ovary disease before Sophia was conceived and needed some medications to get pregnant with the girls, but it wasn't that hard.

Then for some reason unknown to everyone but God, we have been unable to have another. We started trying last January, and it's just been a hard fifteen months. I've had three miscarriages (one before Sophia was born, two last year). We've had every test under the sun done, and started down the path of figuring out what level of intervention we'd be willing to try.

I always wanted a March baby, but we weren't that great in our timing with the girls - of course we were totally thrilled regardless of their birthdates! It's just that no one in our families has a March birthday, and it just seemed like such a great month to give birth (not too hot, not too cold around here). Last June, I was on Clomid and I got unreasonably upset when I didn't get pregnant that month... I was pretty sure that was the end of my March baby dreams.

Then this morning

I am blown away. First of all, every positive pregnancy test I've gotten has happened on a Sunday, regardless of how far along I was. I took a test yesterday, and it was still negative. I have always been compulsive about testing way too often, so the whole Sunday thing was not planned by me. How awesome is that?!

Then there's the MARCH due date!

Then... there's the fact that this was probably the LEAST trying-est month for us. I went off my medications, just because I needed a break. My husband had that lawnmower accident and lost part of his finger earlier this month - he's been in pain and on pain killers - and I've been travelling a lot, so... well, it just wasn't a month I would have counted on catching an egg, even if I thought there was a chance of me ovulating at all.

I am totally committed to being excited and enjoying every minute of this pregnancy, because this will most likely be our last. I don't want to wait to tell anyone (and I'm not, except work). I don't want to live in fear that this baby won't make it. I want to feel this joy, and above all else PRAISE GOD, Who had this all figured out all along!!!!

Friends, would you pray with me, please? Would you praise Him for me? Would you pray that sometime around the middle of March next year, I'll be introducing you to a new little baby? Would you pray for my friends, and so many others out there, who are still struggling to get pregnant?