The best place to start a story is always at the beginning, right? Tim and I have made it a habit to start each new year with a conversation about our goals for the year. This year's conversation surprised me more than most. I had my list, and Tim had his, and usually our lists don't surprise each other much. But this year, Tim's first item on the list did just that. His number one goal was to have another baby. It wasn't the idea that surprised me as much as the fact that it was at the top of his list. (He later clarified that the list wasn't necessarily in priority order. Or so he claims.)
Thankfully, we were in agreement, so this was simply a conversation, rather than a debate. But after January passed, without a positive pregnancy test, I was ready for it to take a long time. I even assigned different people to pray for us each day of the week. I was SURE it was going to be a long road. Especially since February posed some serious obstacles for us, and I was SURE February wouldn't be our month either. And March would mean a Christmas baby, of which I was not a big fan. And so on it went.
March began, and although I was desperately attempting to not analyze every "sign," I was sure I was not pregnant. SURE. It was taking all my will power to not jump the gun and take an early pregnancy test. Even still, I figured it was just a couple of days and not a big deal. But I had a test, so I took one anyway.
Even after seeing the plus and dash symbols both appear, I was SURE it was wrong. I've told countless people over the years that there really is no such thing as a false positive. And here I was, not believing my own eyes. It was SUREly wrong. There was no way.
It was early in the morning, before anyone else was up, so I left the surprise on the bathroom counter for Tim to see, and somewhat less sleepily crawled back into bed.
Tim found "the surprise" about an hour and a half later, and his excitement was immediate. He spent about two minutes in disbelief mixed with some shock, and then he was over it. By over it, I mean the shock and disbelief and was already into full fledged excitement.
The remainder of the week was spent in much the same way. Tim was so excited, I was totally in shock. For real. In fact, Tim had to ask me more than once if I was even excited because he felt like I wasn't showing any emotion. I don't think I did. I have never been so surprised by a positive pregnancy test. I am sure that for that first week, I didn't believe it at all. I think I told two people that week (a couple of the people I had asked to pray for us), and even in talking about it with them, I just couldn't believe it was true!!!
I spent the week mulling over the fact that when God's people band together in prayer, and ask something in His name, He shows up!!! I am convinced that this baby happened so quickly for us because we asked people to join us in prayer. That's a new thing for me, and I'm excited to be reaping the benefits! I am totally awed, humbled, and blessed by how God answered this prayer so quickly for us, and I don't doubt for a minute that it has something to do with prayers lifted up on our behalf.
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