If you haven't read yesterday's post, read it first.
I had the weekend to prepare, and then Monday I would probably need to call the fertility clinic to set up the first of several tests. I tried to calm myself as best I could.
I was 3 days late, and stressed that the ideal days I was supposed to do testing were falling on weekends. I knew I had been overly stressed the last few weeks about the doctor appointment, and that was probably why I was late. I waited another day, and then finally took a test.
Unbelievable. I was speechless. I tried to think of a fun way to tell F when he got home, and how we would tell O and our parents. I was thrilled. Could it actually be?
F hardly walked in the door, and I told him the news. So much for creativity and being all cute. We were too busy rejoicing to care. We were relieved we didn't have to go through fertility treatments. We were so thankful and excited to finally be having another child. After all this time, it was hard to believe.
Although wanting to be healthier wasn't inherently wrong, wanting to rely on myself and fix everything myself was wrong. I truly think God was waiting on me to ask for prayer from my Bible study, and completely relinquish the planning to Him before giving us another child. Sometimes God allows us to go through painful situations so we can mature and grow closer to Him, and in my case rely on Him.
After much time, much heartache, many prayers, much growth, and all while learning to wait on God's perfect timing we are expecting a child in February. The month that I told my Mentor Mom was the worst because nothing good happens in it.
So far, everything looks good. Baby is healthy and kicking. Mama is well into her second trimester and still sick and very tired. This Mama does not glow during pregnancy, but that's ok because it's only for a short while, and it is worth every moment of sickness.