We Prayed...He Answered

483 days of prayer, give or take a few. Since about March of 2015, we have been trying to get pregnant again. It had been a long and trying time. Taking my temperature every morning to track ovulation, medicine from my doctor to help me ovulate, negative pregnancy test after negative pregnancy test-it takes its toll on ya. 

Even my doctor recommended that after my May cycle and no pregnancy that we start thinking about other options. Eric and I asked if we could try just a few more cycles, since I had actually been ovulating the past few cycles. The doctor agreed. And on June 26, I couldn't believe it when I saw two pink lines.

Eric had been nagging me about when I could take my test that month. I wasn't due to start my period until the Tuesday, but I said I would probably take one on Sunday since I had some tests to use. When Eric was gone for a bachelor party that weekend, I almost didn't take the test. But I decided that I told him I would, so off to the bathroom I go. Much to my surprise, there were actually two lines on that test. I couldn't wait until Eric got home to tell him, which amounted to me doing some blubbering about how he needs to hurry up and get the barn done so we can move my photography stuff out of the nursery by March. I'll never forget the way his face lit up.

And now here we are, 12 weeks pregnant with a baby with a strong heartbeat. Hearing that sound on the dopplar was the best sound I've heard in a while. I know I'm going to be a nervous wreck, especially until 16-17 weeks when we lost Ian, so we would appreciate your prayers! They say after every storm is a rainbow, and ours gets here March 5, 2017 <3