When we where still dating, Ty and I had talked about how long we would want to wait until we brought a baby into our little family. Ty said two years after marriage would be good, I said I would be good with one year.
After our wedding the subject got brought up more often but it wasn't until we had been married for year that we decided to slowly ease into the world of trying to conceive. We planned that the easiest rout for us would be to just not prevent it. That way if God thought we where truly ready then he would make it so.
My first step was finding a job the had decent health insurance. I was able to find a job that offered benefits working as an administrative assistant at a truck dealership. It wasn't a good fit for me, I missed teaching too much. I was soon fired from that job, unjustly but definitely for the better. That lead me to a month of unemployment, depression and finally back to teaching.
It was great a first, teaching in a two year old room at the same school that first got me into teaching back in 2006. It had changed and expanded to multiple locations. I settled into my new role but something just wasn't right. I was overly stressed and although I love the ladies and families I worked with there was no denying that it just wasn't meant to be. During my last month at that location I was finally able to get a positive pregnancy test. It was faint but positive. I was set to tell Ty on Valentines Day but after much stress and anticipation I ended up telling him a few days early.
I wrote him a card that says "Roses are red, Violets are blue, October 2016 is when our baby is due". Sadly the next day I started miscarrying as well as being told that my only option in the company was to transfer to another location due things just not being a good fit. It was very sad and I cried a lot of tears. Only a few people new about that pregnancy and that was my husband and my co-teacher at the time. I was very happy that only two people knew about it because I felt like a failure and was thankful I only had two people to tell that I had lost the baby. Chances are the pregnancy wasn't viable to begin with but it still hurt and I felt like a failure.
I started work the following Monday at my new center. It was a smaller classroom then I was used to with a small group of preschoolers. I instantly feel in love with center and knew this is where I needed to be. My stress level went down. I was happier and surrounded by the most loving women I have ever met. I felt at home.
Fast forward to April 2016 I knew there was a chance that this month could be my month. I really wanted to wait one more cycle to get that positive again but God had his plan. My period was two days late and although I kept thinking tomorrow will be the day it will start, I got a feeling that I had to test the next morning. BAM, instant positive. I laughed to myself at the timing.
Ty had just started his new hobby- home brewing beer, we had just started a 2.5 gallon brew that had an additive in that that made it so I could drink his beer. Real tasting beer that was very gluten reduced so it wouldn't harm me and make me sick! Not to mention a practically brand new bottle of vodka and a few weeks away from Ty's birthday!
I was planning on coming up with a fun creative way to tell Ty about this positive test when he started talking about how excited he was that he was going to be able to share his new hobby with me. I was actually going to be able to drink his beer that I had helped him cook. I couldn't help but start laughing.
"Want to know something funny?" I asked him. He replied sure and I handed him my phone with the picture of the test.
"When did you take this?"
"This morning" We both started laughing at the timing. God works in funny ways sometimes. We knew this baby was meant to be!
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