My biggest dream from the time I was a little girl was to one day become a mommy. When most little girls around me would talk about growing up to become a doctor, a scientist, or an astronaut, I made it clear that I wanted to grow up to become a mommy. Thankfully, many years later I met a man who I fell deeply in love with and who shared my same outlook on family.
Steven and I knew that we wanted to start a family soon after we got married. I had a gut feeling that it would take us a while to conceive, so not long after we got married we decided to stop preventing and see what happens. Month after month passed and there were no signs of baby.
Finally, after nine long months of trying I decided it was time to make an appointment with my doctor. She agreed that something was up due to my irregular cycles and referred me to the infertility department. I broke down in tears knowing that something was wrong with my body and it was preventing us from making our dreams come true. After I wiped the tears away, I wrote this post.
The following cycle I made the dreaded phone call to the infertility department at my doctor office. I was told to come in for blood work and a consultation. We would spend the next month monitoring my hormone levels and hoping to find out if there was something going on that was preventing us from conceiving.
I was devastated, but I was also very hopeful that this would provide us with answers and our dream of starting a family would finally come true. My husband was so supportive through this whole ordeal. I don't think I could have handled any of this without him by my side.
A couple of weeks later, while waiting for my next cycle to start, Steven and I decided to head to the lake and spend the day with my parents. It was a gorgeous Saturday, and for the first time this season we were able to pull the boat out and play on the lake. On the way home that evening I asked Steven to stop by the store because I really wanted to take a pregnancy tests. Every month I had taken multiple tests before starting my cycle. In my mind, seeing a negative on the test was better than being taken by surprise when my monthly visitor showed up. Steven didn't necessarily agree with this logic, but being the supportive husband that he is, he stopped on the way home so I could purchase a test.
The moment we walked in the front door that evening I headed to take the test. Steven was preoccupied feeding the dogs and letting them out, so he didn't even realize what I was doing. Like I had done many times before, I took the test and sat it on the bathroom counter while I sat on the side of the bathtub and prayed and asked God to bring us a baby. This time, however, was different. This time I didn't even have time to fully set the test down on the counter when I saw the second line appearing. I didn't believe it. Could this finally be our time?! I knew that God was reaching his arms around me in that moment and telling me that this was his plan all along.
At that point I grabbed the test, headed for the back of my closet where I was hiding the pregnancy reveal gift I bought months ago to surprise Steven with, and turned my phone to video. I was shaking as tears streamed down my face. I had just enough time to stash the gift in Steven's chair in the living room while he was finishing up with the dogs outside. I sat my phone to record and called Steven into the living room to take a look at his chair.
He was in complete disbelief. His reaction said it all - he was just as shocked as I was! After the news finally registered that we were going to be parents, we just stood together in the living room hugging as tears continued to stream down my face. We spent the rest of the evening talking about our future and how everything was about to change.
I couldn't wait to tell our families the good news! I was ready to shout from the rooftops that we were expecting, but had to keep our secret just a little while longer because early Monday morning Steven left for a four day work trip to Texas. I had to keep our secret for 6 full days before I could finally tell our family. It was the longest week of my life!
To Be Continued....