After over a year of walking through the journey of infertility ‘quietly,’ Nate and I feel led to share our story in hopes of providing connection, fellowship, advice, and prayer for others traveling on such a heartbreaking road.
I have always wanted to be a wife and a mother. I never wanted fame, success, a business, or anything of the sort. I wanted a white picket fence, the June Cleaver 1950s life, and dinner on the table when my husband got home from work.
In high school, I was voted most likely to be a “Memorial” mom.
In college, I loved, doted on, and cared so much about a group of guy friends that they called me Mom.
Fast forward a couple of years. . .
In November 2011, I thought I was pregnant.
We weren't “trying” but we weren't “not trying.”
I remember taking the pregnancy test, waiting those 3 minutes and praying, “Lord, please let this be positive. . . I can’t imagine waiting another month now that I think/hope I am pregnant. I don't think I am ‘built’ to wait another month.”
And it was positive!
Overjoyed doesn't even begin to describe how we felt!
Nate was researching car seats that night and I was planning the nursery.
We were so so thankful!
We told our families.
And then just a short time later. . . we lost the baby.