Your faithfulness, reaches to the sky

"You shall serve the Lord your God, and he will bless your bread and your water, and I will take sickness away from among you. None shall miscarry or be barren in your land; I will fullfill the number of your days." Exodus 23:25-26

It amazes me more and more each day how faithful God is to His promises. You would think after being a part of so many blessings from above that I would not be surprised when He hears our cry, comforts us in the storm, and then answers our prayer in His timing. For those who do not know, C.R. and I have been trying to grow our family for quite some time now. I know there are many who try for years and years and years; we just tried for years. My doctor in Corpus finally decided that there was not much more that he could try or test, so he recomended a wonderful facility in San Antonio (San Antonio Fertility Center). The people there were the nicest in the profession of medicine I had ever met. They made us both feel very cared for and loved. Thankfully the first tests showed that there was not anything wrong with my ovaries. My body was just not performing what it needed to in order to produce a baby. We ran many blood tests and left there with information on how much all of the treatments would cost. We were overwhelmed with prices, but knew that God had a plan and that we would take everything one step at a time, in the least invasive and most natural way. We scheduled our appointment to go back in a month to start treatments and get C.R. tested as well, then called our prayer warriors over the next few days so they would pray for direction and discretion. The WEEK we were to go back, I decided to take a pregnancy test. IT WAS POSITIVE. I called them to make sure that it wouldn't be a false read because of some of the medicine I was on and they said no, come in and get blood work and a sonogram. We went that Friday to see the very beginnings of a baby forming. The next week was already 6 weeks in and we got to hear the heartbeat. The doctors and nurses were blown away because they do not understand how it happened. The day we ran tests was the day before everything implanted apparently and that is not showing on the pictures. I told them we didn't need to figure it out, God knew. That is all that matters to us. The picture above is of me first thing in the morning (notice the shine on the face and the wild and crazy hair!) and I am 8 weeks and a few days. According to a book my best friend gave me, the baby is the size of a raspberry, but it's heart is beating 150 bpm, it has little tiny arms and legs, and some ears!

I have felt much better than most I am sure. I was very naseaus for the first 2 months, but then it seems to almost have turned off with a switch. I still have days that are not as great as others, but much better than at first and much better than my best friend Bethany. We are not out of the water yet for a risk for miscarriage, but I believe so big in the God that made all this happen that He is going to see this through and protect peanut the whole way.

I have always wanted to be a mother, long before I even knew what motherhood meant. I used to look at baby clothes and just pray that one day I could hold my own in my arms. I get tears in my eyes and chills down my spine to think that the Lord of all creation loves measly me so much to bless me with such an opportunity. I really want to be surprised by what the gender is, but it is really hard these days to prepare not knowing. Before it was possible to know, gender neutral was all the rave in baby world. Now, everything is PINK or BLUE ... or if it is yellow it has flowers and if it is green is has dinosaurs. We will see what comes of that desire to not know ...