Last week in the middle of the night as I dragged myself out of bed to go to the bathroom, Matt stopped me. "You're going pee, right?"
"Yes."
"Will you take that pregnancy test in there?"
"why?"
"just please take it. I've been tossing and turning all night and dreaming that you were pregnant."
I told him it was too early to know, but I took the test anyway so he could get some sleep. As I expected, it was negative. I was not pregnant. It seemed to be enough to calm his mind so we both went back to sleep.
I had a recipe exchange party on Saturday evening and it went well, despite my growing sinus issues. That night, what I'll refer to as "the nastiness" hit Matt And me like a bus. We stayed home from church Sunday, nursing our achy bodies and gunk-coated throats.
This morning when I woke up, I didn't feel any better. Thankfully through all this Abbigail's gotten away with only a little congestion. Sadly, Matt still had to work, even through the headache, 100 degree temp, his horrible cough attacks and him STILL dealing with Bell's Palsy in the right side of his face. It exhausted him, but life goes on and work doesn't always wait for one to get better. Similarly, at home, I tried to work on my homework for the last week of classes. This proved difficult and I didn't get much done before Matt got home from work and we headed out to take care of a few errands.
When we got home, I finally took a pregnancy test so we could put to rest this curiosity of pregnancy. I was about 2-3 days late already and nothing. To my joy and amazement it came up positive! God did hear my prayers. I always knew he did, but for the last year and a half His answer was always "not right now". This time God's answer was "YES!"
God is truly amazing. He cares about us so much. He knows exactly what to do and when. We just have to learn to trust Him.