It's funny, I remember that morning taking my prenatal vitamin like I had for what felt like
forever {doctor advised it when I told her we were wanting to start trying over a year ago}, & I thought briefly to myself, "Why am I even taking this?" That day at school I felt off & irritable & tired & I decided to take a pregnancy test when I got home. But, I didn't have high hopes. I had taken one a few days before & nothing, so I was pretty much certain it was a fluke. In fact, when you have PCOS & your period is already late 9 times out of 10, you can find yourself taking a lot of pregnancy tests. For some in the past I had been really hopeful, but this one not so much. In fact, I dipped the pee stick, laid it on top of its wrapper on the counter, & jumped in the shower, not even bothering to look at the thing until I got out. I did not think I was pregnant. Of all the countless tests I had taken since our marriage began none felt less likely to be positive than this one - but I guess deep down I had enough smidgen of hope to check & see. What's impossible for God, right? Imagine my surprise when I got out & gazed down at the test.
Wait... Is that a faint line?! I honestly remember saying out loud, something to the effect of, "That's not supposed to be there!" a couple times over before kneeling, praying, thanking, laughing, crying, praising, dizzy reeling from all the emotions & the wondering is this really
real?
Day I Found Out: October 8, 2019
Day I Told Dan: I think it was after midnight, so technically October 9, 2019
Day We Saw Our Baby for the 1st Time: November 6, 2019
Due Date: June 18, 2020
God is Good:
ALL the time
