Three Years In The Making

There are these moments in life were it all seems too good to be true. These glimpses into pure joy that cause your whole body to freeze because the news is just too good to be true.

For example, when David proposed I stood there in such shock that I didn’t say anything. Even though I knew it was coming I was still shocked.

Or maybe that’s just me, I don’t accept good news very well.

David and I have always wanted children but I wasn’t sure it was even possible. Last year we visited a fertility clinic and found out I have some health issues. Basically I have one bad fallopian tube and I hardly ever get my period. I was on thyroid medication for awhile. All of which led to the fact that we could have kids if I committed to a life with medicine. I wasn’t sure I wanted that for myself.

So we figured, one day we will adopt and love the child just as our own. But, David never stopped praying that we would conceive. Every night since we have been married he has prayed, which is almost three years.

But, as a miracle would have it I had a random period in March. And just like every other time I had a random period we would try. I can’t tell you how many negative pregnancy test we had.

I’m a pessimist so it is my nature to give up and be negative but David is an eternal optimist, constantly believing in the impossible.

I remember coming home the night before Mother’s Day, I was feeling pretty normal aside from massive tenderness in my breasts but I wanted to take a test just too see if it was anything. I knew we had one left over from a package we bought awhile ago.  So I figured what the heck..,

It was funny because I came home and put water into a pot and turned the burner on so that the water could  begin to boil for our spaghetti dinner. After I turned the burner on I went upstairs and took the test.

When the two pink lines showed up I couldn’t believe it. I ran downstairs and turned the burner off and then ran back upstairs to stare at the test. I repeated this process a couple of times, running up and down the stairs turning the burner on and off. I Googled positive tests and made sure that the Google photo of a positive test matched my test.
Once I calmed down a little I called David at work four or five times until he finally picked up his phone. I told him that there was a family emergency and that he needed to come home ASAP.

Twenty minutes later he was home and calling after me. I lead him up the stairs and into the bathroom and pointed at the test. I meekly said “that says positive right?” He nodded and hugged me. After he absorbed the information he was quiet. Looking up photos on Google and making sure false positives were rare. Then there was this moment of pure joy and tears and all we could do was hold each other. The next day, Mother’s Day, I went out and got a digital test because I wanted to take a test that flat out told me Pregnant or Not Pregnant. When it said pregnant again my heart exploded. This was real. This is happening.

Two days later we had a blood test confirm the pregnancy and we were able to get an ultrasound photo. We were only six weeks then so the baby was barely a grain of rice but it was amazing to see.

Yesterday we met our OBGYN for the first time and confirmed our due date is roughly January 11th. I say roughly because we all know how due dates change.

They took another ultrasound photo and it amazes me how quickly the baby grew from six weeks to eight weeks.

The baby is upside down but you can see it’s microscopic arms!

So there you have it. David and I are going to have a baby. Our miracle baby. Three years in the making. A little bit of heaven is growing inside me and I can’t help but smile.