Some of you already know but for those of you that don’t… After 6 years and 5 months of hoping and praying for a baby…
We are so happy and so excited!
My due date is February 8th of 2008!
It’s been a long road, fraught with moments of pain, panic, anger, and sorrow but in the end God is ever faithful!
I woke up early this morning and tested again and it came up with the word ‘Pregnant’ in under 30 seconds… (I know because I stood there and counted!) It’s true, it’s really happening!
I am still waiting on my Dr to call or write me but he does jump from clinic to clinic so one way or the other I’m getting in to do all the work up today or tomorrow! For those of you who don’t know… The clinic (and if I haven’t said it before that means not only the fertility docs but the OBGYN’s as well) will close it’s doors for the last time on July 1st. From there on out I will be seeing a German doctor for all my needs. We live very close to one of the top rated hospitals in the United States Air Force in Europe network though so I’m not worried. The benefits of this closure is that my Dr. is willing to do everything to get me ready and since they are closing doors they get to just use up the resources! So the last time we talked he said that means all the bloodwork, early ultrasound you name it this next four weeks will hold it! I’ll keep everyone updated!
A couple of you asked me how I told my husband… Well I wish I had a really cute story for you… but I don’t.
Ryan has been my pillar throughout the last 7 years.
He cleaned the house when I was so sick from blinding migraines (form the pseudo tumor) that I couldn’t move let alone work or clean house…
When a neurologist put me on a medication for a year that isn’t supposed to be taken for more than two weeks, and it burned holes in my brain so that there are things I can’t remember and sometimes I can’t find words… He never made me feel like I was stupid…
He held my hand as we learned that we were miscarrying both of our babies… And cried right along with me. (He’ll probably be mad I told you that.)
He learned everything about TTC and many of his colleagues came to him for advice when they were having troubles…
He made sure I took my meds when I was diagnosed with PCOS and put up with all the horrible things it did to my body.
When the Dr put me on Clomid or Provera and I became a bear to live with… He smiled at me and rubbed my hair and took it on the chin.
When I gained over 150 pounds in under two years he went out and hocked jewelry so I could afford new (mostly only new to me, thank the Lord for second hand stores.) clothes and he always told me I was pretty. He never made me feel like less of a person, or too much of one…
And when I had to have gastric bypass surgery he flew home from Qatar early (thank you Red Cross) just so he could hold my hand and help me walk… and change my bandages and empty my drainage bag… (Gross I know) And even now two years later and 150 pounds lighter he swears I am no more beautiful to him than I was two years ago.
God has blessed me with an amazing man, one who made this last 7 years of heartache and pain worth living… he gives me a reason to laugh.
And so I could not take a test without him here and I could not make him wait. He stood beside me and held my hand and breathlessly asked… “Oh God, Courtney, is that another line?”
My cup runneth over today… in so many ways!