Try, Try, Try, Try, Try Again

Once we settled into our new house, bought some furniture, and did some decorating, we found ourselves happy and content. So what did we decide to do? Try to have a baby, of course. We had talked about it for a while and decided to start trying in January or February 2009. I just didn't want to be 9 months pregnant for Kelly's wedding and have my water break on her Manolos or something terrible of that nature. We thought it would be pretty easy getting pregnant and all. Turns out that it actually took quite a bit of work. I found myself cursing Aunt Flow as each month passed. Before long, I found myself crying for an entire day about not being pregnant. I can remember when getting pregnant was the absolute worst possible life scenario!

It was a Sunday night - June 7th to be exact - Paul fell asleep in two seconds as per usual and I spent the next three hours tossing and turning wondering if could possibly be pregnant. I was supposed to start the next day. I fell asleep only after turning to the Lord for some comfort in my third hour of stress. I woke up at 4:30 when Paul was leaving for work and ran to the bathroom to take the test. There they were in an instant - two pink lines! I'M PREGNANT! I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. I didn't know what to do. I went back to bed and then spent the entire day in some sort of haze. I had to think of a great way to tell Paul, but I hadn't the slightest of an idea. My coffeeless body wandered around Target in a cloud of confusion for nearly two hours before leaving empty handed. Finally, about an hour before Paul got home for work I had the idea to puff paint a doggie tee shirt for Griffin that said "Big Brother." I sent Griff out in the shirt when Paul got home from work and it took a good thirty seconds for him to figure out what was going on. When he finally did, he didn't believe me! We hugged and kissed and Paul even teared up a little. It was such an exciting day.



We decided to tell our neighbors the next day since they were sure to keep a good secret. They were so excited for us and we spent the entire night chatting about pregnancy and babies. We decided to tell our parents next. I told my mom and dad by showing them the picture of Griff in his tee shirt. We tried to tell Paul's parents that same weekend, but The Moore's showed up a half hour late in true Moore fashion and by that time the whole family was there. We ended up telling them on Father's Day and they couldn't have been happier. We spread the secret to Drew and Shantel the following weekend, Sara & Matt, Kelly & Matt, and Julie. Paul told everyone he worked with the next day. He was so excited he couldn't help it :o)

We feel so blessed to be given the opportunity to be parents. It seemed like it took forever for us to get pregnant, but like my good friend said, maybe God was trying to teach us patience. I ended up praying every single night that we would have a baby if it was God's will. Before long, I found myself praying for every pregnant woman I came across and for every woman struggling with infertility. I learned of the pain and emotional struggle that goes along with the inability to get pregnant. The thought of people in the world having abortions brought a new definition to the words disgusting, selfish, and murder. I feel such love for this baby growing inside of me and I pray each night that all babies are given the best opportunity to live and breathe. Who wouldn't want that chance? God is good!