One Journey Ends, Another Begins

I haven't said a lot over the last couple of years about the frustrations and heartaches that Katie and I have had when it has come to starting a family. I guess a part of me didn't really know how to put it into words, and maybe another part of me didn't want to admit that we were having a hard time getting pregnant.

On our way up to annual conference, Katie had an appointment to see the OB to talk about girl stuff that I don't fully understand (nor do I really want to!). Basically, we weren't sure if she was ovulating at all, and quite frankly, no ovulation = no pregnancy. It is something that we struggled with while we were still in Wilmore. A part of me always figured that we would someday, whenever God would choose to bless us.

The last couple of years have been filled with disappointment every time "that time" of the month rolled around. I think a part of each one of us was trying to come to terms with the idea that we never would get to have children of our own. We would discuss adoption from time to time, but it never went very far. I think we just didn't want to admit that it may be the only option we would have.

The conversation at the OB before annual conference ended with the doctor basically saying that she didn't want to waste our time trying something that didn't work in the past, and she was referring us to a fertility specialist. We were planning on giving them a call this past week.

At annual conference, Katie was pretty tired most of the time. She had been have some trouble breathing, and felt like her heart was beating harder than normal. This scared us a little, so she set up an appointment to meet with our doctor (who is still in Fishers because we haven't found a doctor in Veedersburg yet), and told him what was going on. They decided to give Katie a pregnancy test because it fit all the symptoms. In her words, she said, "I never pass those." (So funny, isn't she? She learned it from me.)

However, five minutes later, the doctor came in and asked how she felt about being a mom. As she was leaving the doctor's office, she called me. I had been in Veedersburg working on a funeral message for one of our church members when she called, and said two simple words, "I'm pregnant." I'm not a very emotional person, but I cried. It was a mixture of relief, joy and shock all at once. For once in my life, I was speechless. I don't usually say a lot anyway, but that's usually because I choose not to do so. I literally didn't have any words, apart from, "Really?"

We have had to trust in God so much during this journey. Somehow, through it all, I always believed that God would bless us in some way. It's amazing how something we've been trying so hard to do caught us totally off guard. God is good. The trying, difficult period is over. We are going to have a baby. Now, a new journey starts. It's another one that is certainly going to try our faith, but we know that God is faithful, and we can trust in Him.