A Very Happy Day

The beginning of January was a whirlwind. We had some crazy flights to get home and by the time we settled back in Daniel had to leave to go to D.C. for a job fair. As he was away and I was alone I had time to think about how the day of reckoning was approaching quickly. Actually it would be Friday, the day Daniel got home. Thursday night I was kind of feeling jittery about the whole thing. I couldn't sleep and ended up pulling out the computer and looking at some of my favorite blogs. One of my favorite blogs along with her sisters blog share the huge struggle with infertility that they had. By the time I found the blogs one had a one year old and one had just been blessed with twins. I loved going through old posts and connecting with some of the emotions they felt while they were struggling to start their family. Maybe I am creepy but I went ahead and found them on Facebook and found out that the one with the one year old was pregnant with a miracle baby. My heart was so happy for her and so full knowing that miracles happen when it comes to creating a family. I checked out another favorite blog of my sixth grade teacher and she had just posted that she had just had her fourth baby. Again I was so joyful. I just felt like Heavenly Father was giving me this beautiful hope that I too could get pregnant. I had a nice long heart to heart with Heavenly Father about how much I wanted a baby but also just letting him know that I knew that his timing was the best for me. It was a wonderful time for me.

The next morning I really felt like maybe I was pregnant, but I didn't want to jump the gun, goodness all I needed to do was wait a day and see, but those 24 hours were the slowest of my life. I confessed to Daniel that night that my period had not come during the day. Having been trying for a baby for a year and three months I came to realize that my period came like clockwork. It was for the most part right on time every time, and if it was not on time it was early. So when it didn't come by 10:00 a.m. on Friday I was more suspicious than ever. Since Daniel and I had been through the past year and three months together I was pretty open with him by this point and I realized that I needed his support since my hopes were really high. I wasn't sure when to take a test, I wanted to take one immediately but we also didn't want to be disappointed or have a false negative. So I thought I would take one the next morning. I got so nervous though that I put it off. We went grocery shopping and when we got home I looked at Daniel and just said, "well should I go for it." I did. I read the directions, took the test, and came out to where Daniel was sitting on the couch. He looked at me and I said "well you are suppose to wait three minutes… but I think you can go look now." The test worked so fast I didn't even set it flat before I saw the two perfectly pink lines, and of course I knew that meant that baby was on the way. Daniel went in looked at the test and looked the the directions booklet and realized the same thing for himself. He came over and gave me a hug, a hug we waited one year and four months to share. It was so happy. We didn't know what to do with ourselves after that. We talked about baby things but we really didn't need to do anything immediately so it was just funny, something we have waited for for so long and now we just need to wait for 8 more months.

So here's to the joyous news that came on Saturday, January 11th 2014. I know 2014 is going to be a great great year!