Hi everyone!
Well, I haven't been posting much for a while, but I've been creeping the forums reading everyone's posts.
Some of you might remember that last fall I'd found out I likely couldn't have children. I hadn't even decided I wanted a baby, but DH wanted one, and I felt horribly guilty about being the reason he couldn't have one. The doctors were telling me it could take years of trying medications and treatments to see if anything would work, and they weren't sure anything ever would.
After several stressful weeks of debating my options, I decided one night I would just leave things in God's hands. If he meant for me to have a baby I would have one when I was meant to. If he didn't, I could spend years taking drugs with who-knows-what side effects with no success. I felt confident in my decision, like a big weight had been taken off my shoulders.
Six weeks later, I woke up thinking I had to go get a test. The doctors had pretty much assured me it wasn't possible, so I figured I was just being ridiculous and wasting my money, but it was positive. I have never been so shocked in my life. When I told DH he didn't believe me.
And this little baby is expected to make its arrival on our last Rudolph Day before Christmas!
Well, I haven't been posting much for a while, but I've been creeping the forums reading everyone's posts.
Some of you might remember that last fall I'd found out I likely couldn't have children. I hadn't even decided I wanted a baby, but DH wanted one, and I felt horribly guilty about being the reason he couldn't have one. The doctors were telling me it could take years of trying medications and treatments to see if anything would work, and they weren't sure anything ever would.
After several stressful weeks of debating my options, I decided one night I would just leave things in God's hands. If he meant for me to have a baby I would have one when I was meant to. If he didn't, I could spend years taking drugs with who-knows-what side effects with no success. I felt confident in my decision, like a big weight had been taken off my shoulders.
Six weeks later, I woke up thinking I had to go get a test. The doctors had pretty much assured me it wasn't possible, so I figured I was just being ridiculous and wasting my money, but it was positive. I have never been so shocked in my life. When I told DH he didn't believe me.
And this little baby is expected to make its arrival on our last Rudolph Day before Christmas!
