:Seven Months:

Well.  Here we are at the bench-mark I was hoping to never reach.  Seven months.  We’ve tried everything in our bag of tricks but it looks like we’re going to need a little more ammunition.  Its been seven months since that wonderful day when my husband looked in my eyes and said, “I think its time to have a baby”.  Wow- who would have thought we’d still be here.   I was hoping we wouldn’t be.

That being said- I am not down and out.  Although I am concerned- as most people my age who have been trying to get pregnant for 7 months have succeeded.  All around me women are getting pregnant and having babies.  Is there some sort of cruel universal joke that makes all women struggling with infertility be surrounded by the very object of their desires?  I swear everyone woman I know or have known is having children or trying to have children or just had a child or wants to have a child or knows someone who is with child.  Good Grief!

I remain hopeful.  For my hope is found in nothing less than Jesus Christ.  Nothing comforts me more than knowing that God is in the midst of my struggle and is fighting for me.  Praise the Lord!  I still have 30 pounds to lose.  Perhaps that will restart my ovulation.  Then who knows.  Perhaps it is on to fertility drugs or adoption or just waiting, patiently.  The thing is- seven months is not one year.  I still have five months.  Five months to keep going.  Hoping and praying for a positive result, for a miracle!  And if, for some reason, you see me here in five months, writing this same post for a longer bench-mark, well, we’ll just keep on going from there.  Here’s to hope.

~ by ofthreestrands on June 28, 2008.