Trying to concieve.
It's exciting. It's spontaneous. It's mathmatical. It's exhausting. It's emotional. It's hopes up... hopes down. It's everything.
It took us almost a year.
One night I woke up with excrutiating pain in my abdomen. I woke Mark up and said that I thought we should go into emergency... So at 2 a.m. off we went!
We checked into the Foothills Hospital and I was examined. They took some bloodwork and a urine sample. In taking my history, I explained to the nurse we had been trying to concieve but had been unsucessful. She tried to be reassuring, telling me that it does take time and that it will probably happen when we just let go, and try not worry about it. As the pain was slowly subsiding, they sent me back into the waiting room to sit and wait with Mark.
After not too long, the nurse called me back in to triage. She immediatly handed me a small white stick with 2 lines on it. From the look on my sleepless face she knew I had no idea what it meant...
With the biggest smile on her face...
she excitedly announced I was pregnant.
I was pregnant!
What emotion flooded over me! Tears streamed with joy!
I went back to the waiting room and got to tell Mark the news. Tears flowed again and we just held eachother.
Wow! What an amazing feeling!
Finally, we were going to have a baby!
I forgot this part of your story...glad you shared it again. So amazing!!! And in God's perfect timing.
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