If it wasn’t blatantly obvious from my last post, we are pregnant :)
And super excited! Our baby boy/girl is due the first week of December. Just in time for our 5th wedding anniversary. It’s going to be a wonderful month!
Getting here is a fairly long story, but I will say that I wouldn’t trade our experience with infertility for anything in the world. So much growth comes from trials, and I learned a lot about who God is during that time. Plus, the extra time of it just being Kolby and me is something I know we’ll always appreciate. We’ve had a great couple of years—had so much fun together and also had a lot of time to dedicate toward serving together at our church.
That said, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t difficult at times. But we can save that for another day.
For now, I’ll share the much abbreviated version of our journey. After about 10 months of trying to get pregnant, I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS). PCOS is the #2 cause of infertility in women. Awesome. Then about 9 months after that, I was diagnosed with severe and aggressive endometriosis. Endometriosis is the #1 cause of infertility in women. Double awesome. We were told by our fertility specialist that because the way my endometriosis was behaving, my ability to ever get pregnant would likely diminish fast, and he advised that we consider some rather serious fertility treatment. I came to grips with what had turned into my absolute worst nightmare, and Kolby and I (and a few others) began praying for healing. God is healer. Before giving much thought as to where to go from there, I first needed to have a very large endometrioma (ovarian cyst caused by endometriosis) removed from my left ovary. This is where the story takes a wild turn. I go in for surgery on March 30. I’m at the hospital, in a gown and cap, waiting alone for the anesthesiologist when the nurse walks in with a positive pregnancy test. Absolutely the most crazy moment of my life.
There is so much more to the story, but there it is in a nutshell!
Right now we are just soaking up every single moment of this experience. It is truly a miracle, and we remain in awe of God’s work in this.
Switching to much more trivial matters, I feel like I need to post the obligatory belly pic. I am completely obsessed with my baby belly. I look at it and touch it a million times a day. I just can’t believe it. Sounds silly I know, but it’s the first tangible evidence of this dream come true. And I think it's growing well ahead of schedule because while the books all say that I may be starting to show soon and that at 14 weeks “your uterus may be enough to push your tummy out a tad,” some nights I seriously look like I’m six months pregnant. Ha!
Here’s my belly on a pretty normal day (14 weeks):
[We're now almost to 16 weeks; it took me awhile to get around to posting this!]
[Also, please excuse Maya. This was not posed...she just wouldn't move.]
Update on our life in general coming soon!
