Labeling this Part One felt wrong, as this journey has been in the works for two years now.
But I wanted to document more of our fertility/infertility journey, so thus the start with a Part One. I dislike the word infertility. It sounds hopeless, whereas we have so much hope. Hope that God's plan is greater than our struggles, hope that we will be granted wisdom and patience and peace in our circumstance and hope that we will have our baby one day.
And we have grateful hearts. Grateful for God bringing us together. I am grateful that my husband is strength, that he is hope, that he is love, kindness, beauty and light.
We found out this morning that our insurance (the plan we pay the equivalent of a house rent payment for every month) won't pick up a nickle of our upcoming costs. No office visits, no testing, nada. And it kind of feels like being punched in the stomach. All I could do, after trying to get it to go another way, was joke with the kind fertility office girl with a "well, what can ya do, we still want a baby." when she asked, without emotion, if we still wanted to move forward with our appointments.
Of course. We still need to know what's going on. We still want to know what causes my pain, inflammation, discomfort and ultimately our infertility. We still want to move forward on trying to do all we can on our part to bring a child into this world. Of course. So, as I stated before, what can ya do? We can give it to God. We can pray on this news, we can pray for our future child. We can pray for His peace and that His will be done in His timing. We can pray that we will be able to financially move forward. We can pray.
We can pray, we can pray, we can pray. We ask that you would pray too.
From a hopeful future mama, I appreciate you stopping by to read a little piece of our world.