Faith, Hope and Love

Chris and I married October 22, 2004. We decided before we got married that we would let God decide when to start our family. Like many newly married couples, we were hopeful about the future, had absolute faith in God because He had brought us together and were madly in love. And like many newlyweds, we our fair share of adjustments.
This seems like a good time to interject that we are not very compatible. I love the ocean, he can’t stand the smell. He loves the mountains, I am allergic to pine trees. He hates coffee. It is my favorite indulgence. His parents divorced when he was four, my parents have been married 58 years and counting. But we do have a few things in common. We love Red Raider football, making our house a home, teaching Bible study and above all things God. We usually joke that God must have a keen sense of humor. He watches us daily and just laughs.
We decided to actively start trying. Enter the fertility cycle, which went something like this. Look at the calendar. We have to have sex. Have sex again. I am ovulating. Look at the calendar. Ten days until test day. Do I feel tired? Are my boobs sore? Was that implantation spotting? Look at the calendar. My period is a day late. Take a test. Negative. Three hours later I started my period. The fertility cycle quickly became a vicious cycle. After my period started, I was depressed for almost a week. Then I had a week to get my game on. It was almost day 12--magic day to start trying again.
We went through this for six months. I was three days late and bought a digital pregnancy test because I wanted to be sure. The word in the magic window was "PREGNANT!" Wahoo! We found out on a Sunday morning and had a smug smile during worship service. During prayer time, I prayed a simple prayer of “thank you, Lord. Praise you father. You were faithful and provided.”
I called my mom and two close friends that day. We decided they were the short list and would tell everyone else as time progressed. Sharing in the good news was one of my dearest friends, Laura. She was also pregnant. I was amazed we would share this journey. Gratitude was lifted up again.