Well, on Sunday, since I could not wait any longer, I decided to take one of those tests that are supposed to be able to predict whether or not you're pregnant days before your period is supposed to start. After meticulously following the test's instructions, I stood over the stick anxiously awaiting a plus or minus sign. Well, the minus sign never turned into what I was hoping for. It was negative, thus beginning my emotional roller coaster. My heart was broken. Tears streaming down my face. I thought to myself, "You have to accept that this may not happen in your timing" while simultaneously thinking, "It's okay. You're testing early. It could be wrong."
Then along came Tuesday, the day my period was supposed to arrive. I woke up that morning with no signs of my period. The day continued to progress and still no sign. I know from my consistent cycle that it typically arrives prior to the evening hours so my excitement and anticipation gradually began to build. Then the evening arrived and still no period. So what did I do? Take another test, of course!
I found myself in the bathroom yet again, hoovering over the test waiting for a response to appear. This time the faintest plus sign you've ever seen appeared. I took another one to make sure. Another faint plus sign appeared. I showed them both to my husband. He confirmed that they were indeed plus signs, although so faint I honestly thought it was possible it was a figment of my imagination. But he said he saw it too so I guess that means we can celebrate, right? Excitement, happiness, and peace filled my heart until....
Less than an hour later I went to the bathroom and saw that I was spotting. It was not anything to freak out about, but when I wiped I saw pink so my thought now was "I am not pregnant. My period is starting." I did not have any spotting with my first pregnancy so to me it automatically implied that something was not right. Enter heartbreak and disappointment all over again.
The spotting progressed until the following evening and disappeared the next day. So the following day I decided to take another pregnancy test. This time the plus sign appeared again. Although still faint, it was darker than before. And after taking another test to confirm, I finally felt like we could celebrate yet again.
Five days. Five pregnancy tests. One negative result. Two faint positives. Two more convincing positives. So I guess that means, it's true. We're pregnant again. We're super excited, but incredibly fearful all at the same time. Again, we find ourselves, our baby, our future in God's hands. Acknowledging that we have no control, but praying and hoping our fears and worries will not come to fruition. Only time will tell.
In the meantime, however, I am thankful for this verse that God has given me to help me fight my fears and anxiety...
"See, I am doing a new thing. Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland" (Isaiah 43:19, NIV).Our life has felt like both the wilderness and a wasteland since our first loss four months ago, but I am clinging to God's words that He is doing a new thing. He has blessed us with another child. This is our child, whether or not we will hold him or her in Heaven, he or she is ours and no one or nothing will ever change that. Thank you, Jesus, for this gift of life.
[NOTE: This post is a reflection of events, thoughts, and feelings that occurred in September 2012. Story to be continued.]
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