If I didn't know any better, I'd say that I were pregnant. I am extremely fatigued, have lower abdomen cramps (kind of sharp at intervals, but mild throughout the day), and my bosom is sensitive and beginning to get sharp pains also (slowly but surely).
I have been pregnant before and these (along with a couple of other signs, which I have now) signs were almost totally missed by me. I noticed them and kept track of them, but since I had been having amenorrhea, I supposed that I had also been anovulatory. These are just a few of the lovely symptoms of PCOS. A while back when "it" happened, I wrote down all the problems I had been having, and I was prepared to visit my doctor soon. I had been cramping for about two months, and had the sensation of ground glass being crushed and fireworks sparking in my bosom. I was also severly fatigued, and my foot and fingers were very swollen...yes, that early. I was also very moody. Then, one day, after baby dancing, I began cramping and bleeding severely. I thought that, since I had been suffering amenorrhea for about 7 months, this was how it had to happen to get on track again (this is what doctors always say, anyway). I still dont know why, but, the next day, I took a pregnancy test, expecting to see a big fat negative. Within the first three seconds after placing the stick down, I saw one line pop up that I had never seen before...then the next line. Ladies, I jumped up and down, whooping, then got on my knees and thanked the Lord profusely. It was after all of this that I remembered "Wait. What about this cramping and bleeding?" I became very fearful. Immediately, I made and appointment with the doctor and my pregnancy was confirmed. But there was nothing on the ultrasound..nothing. The doctor, patted my shoulder and said that it was probably a "spontaneous abortion." The doctor also said that the baby could be in my tubes, so I should take a shot to induce miscarriage just in case. I refused and decided to wait on the Lord. For the next week and a half, they tracked my shady HCG levels, which were taking their time, creeping up. I held out hope while also holding my breath. Then, one day, the HCG levels began to creep down. I wanted to burst out of the office, and run and scream without ceasing for the rest of my life (remember Forrest Gump?).
But that was that story.
I have spent the past few weeks focusing on the stories of Hannah, Sarah, Rachel, and Rebekah. It is from these stories that I realize God never fails in His promise. I just have to wait on His time. Our trials and adversaries are not really about us. They are about Him; they are about His strength. In the midst of our suffering, our faith in God is strengthened. However, in order to stand in the faith of God, we have to fall first.
I continually ask myself "What is it that God needs me to do in the meantime?" I believe that, maybe, it is just so that I am not yet ready to receive certain blessings from God. I know that He is an On-Time God and would never give a gift prematurely. Like Hannah, my womb may be closed. So it also goes for our proverbial wombs. If our "wombs" are closed, we cannot receive. We cannot receive God's grace. We may be too distracted to receive our gifts just yet. So, when our "wombs" open, at that perfected time, it is then that we are receptive.
The day I met my husband, five years and some odd months ago, I went home and told myself to forget about him because he was not someone I could really see myself with. Yet, I spent the weekend thinking about him. Sunday night, I dreamed that we were in the hospital and I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Funny thing is, in my dream, I fell off the bed laughing, in the middle of giving birth, and had to be helped up. My entire family was there to greet our tiny blessing. This dream felt so real that, to this day, I sometimes wonder if it did not really happen. Anyway, I look forward to the day that I can tell my daughters or sons that I longed for them from the very start.
Ladies, I want to ask you to please pray for me and my family.

