Monday, May 11th, 2015.

My husband and I had just returned back to our home in Tennessee after going to Florida for the weekend to surprise our moms for Mother’s Day. I remember feeling so hungry and eating like a mad man that whole weekend, blaming it on a serious case of PMS.

Monday morning came and I could barely roll out of bed – my whole body ached from head to toe and I felt like I had just ran a marathon. I’ve struggled with chronic fatigue for the past several years due to an auto immune disorder but this was a different kind of exhaustion. I decided to go ahead and take a pregnancy test although I convinced myself it would be negative since I’d thought I was pregnant several other times and it was always a false alarm.

Big. Fat. Positive.

Those two bright pink lines appeared before I was even done peeing on it. At this point, I don’t think I’d ever cried so hard in my life. So many emotions flooded my mind and I was scared, shocked, and so full of joy all at once. My husband’s reaction was so precious and all I could’ve asked for. He wiped my tears and reassured me that this was God’s perfect plan for us.

I had been on birth control our entire marriage up until we both felt like we were keeping God from doing His will in our lives. Although we didn’t plan on trying to have a baby for a few more years, we felt that if we truly wanted to glorify the Lord with every aspect of our lives then we couldn’t continue trying to be in control. We prayed that His perfect will would be done, whether that meant to get pregnant right away, in 10 years, or maybe not even at all – as painful as that would have been.

I came off the pill and 8 short weeks later we got the news that forever changed our lives for the better.