On January 9th, I woke up and realized I was four days late for my monthly. I couldn't wait to see if I was in fact pregnant. My husband worked night shift the night before, so he was in bed sleeping. Our oldest daughter was at school. I took this opportunity of being alone and headed off to the store for a pregnancy test.
Once I got back and took the test, I couldn't believe my eyes.
POSITIVE!!! Two months into trying and our prayers were answered. I fell to the floor in tears and cried out in happiness to our Lord. He's the one who made this possible. I cried and cried. I prayed and prayed.
I pulled myself together and ran into the bedroom. I couldn't help it. I needed to tell my husband. I knew he had only a few hours of sleep by this time, but I couldn't wait. I needed to tell him.
I asked him to wake up and make sure his eyes were adjusted before I continued. When he motioned that he was awake and ready to hear what I needed to say... I moved the test results up to where he could see it. Immediately he sat up in bed with a huge smile on his face. Then, he picked up the phone and called my Mom.
I figured since he was calling family.... so would I. A few short hours later, all of our closest family knew the news. Prayers started for this pregnancy to carry to full term, with a screaming, healthy baby at the end.
My husband and I agreed to keep it all a secret until after my doctor confirmed that I was in fact really pregnant. I scheduled the appointment for January 27th, which happened to be the 8th month Angelversary for our darling Dakota.
From the 9th to the 26th, I think I hit all pregnancy symptoms, which were only made worse by a cold. I was tired, moody, hungry, nauseous, and wanted to lay in bed. Hubby was running to the store for each craving. All the while, I was worried and scared. It's hard not to, even when you're a Christian.
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