Lent

We retired the diaper bag this week. And started looking into big boy beds for Super Coop. Oh, and gave up stressing about trying for Baby D for Lent. It's silly, I know. But it was time to let it go. 40 days. No meds, no charting, no tee teeing on sticks. I am serious. Let. It. Go.

That was on a Wednesday.

On Friday, ridiculously TWO days later...

"He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted. But as for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more!" Job 9:10, Psalms 71:14

Praises praises praises!!

Cartwheels! Happy dancing! Arm flapping! Shrieking!

I had several more crazy wacko black-out moments. We knew something was up. I was either having mini strokes OR Doodle Bug was officially ON BOARD! 14 home pregnancy tests (ok, I totally went against the Lent rules) and two trips to the Sermonator later, and low and behold God has graciously answered our prayers.

We're about 7 weeks now. Waayyy too early to be tellin', but we all know I can't keep a secret to save my life. Seeing that tiny heart beating away on the ultrasound screen was like seeing the face of God. I stared and stared and stared, sang praises, and jumped right off that exam table and gave Dr. Sermons a great big hug. Awkward, I know. Here we sit less than two years post Chris' diagnosis and God has once again shown us his unfailing mercy.

We are in absolute awe. Absolute.

"A longing fulfilled, is sweet to the soul.." Proverbs 13:19