So we are those people.
Those people who adopt and then get pregnant.
You read that right. I am pregnant. 9 weeks tomorrow.
I never really thought I would be.
I am going to spare
all of you the details but Sully and I have had the, hmm how should I say this, same “family planning strategy” for the past 5 ½ years. Nothing has changed expect our understanding of God’s
plan.
Today, we had a consultation with one of the doctors we are
looking at using. A big banner
hangs on the outside of the office.
“nothing shall be impossible.”
We are beyond shocked.
On New Year’s Eve when I got the positive on the test I sat on the floor
in utter disbelief. I think I am still
floored.
I know that people say you should wait until after 12 weeks.
Maybe we should but my mom experienced a number of losses, many of them after
17 weeks. We are never in control of the time we get to experience a life. Genetically, I am at an increased risk of miscarriage
and stillbirth. I am choosing not to focus on that.
I am going to focus on that Luke 1:37 verse.
I was sure that pregnancy would not get to be a part of our
story but God had another plan.
Nothing shall be impossible.
So say hello to our little gummy bear.
