The surprise of our life

          September 3rd started like any other day. I woke up ready to change into workout clothes and start my day. When I woke up I had a feeling I should take a pregnancy test... I brushed it off... I have had that feeling MANY times throughout the last few years only to be disappointed with a BFN (big fat negative) test. Dayne told me not to waste a pregnancy test. For some reason I still insisted on testing before going out on my run (Dayne can attest to my stubbornness). We took the test and patiently waited for the 3 minutes for the test to be completed, chatting about our plans for the day. When it was time to check the result I casually stood up and looked at the test, expecting it to read negative. POSITIVE. 1-2 weeks. WHAT!? My first thought was that the test was broken. Definitely broken. There is no possibility of us being pregnant! We didn't meet with doctors, we didn't do any ovulation tests, did we even BD? We had just gotten back from Brazil for cryin' out loud!! It's safe to say I was in shock.
         I quickly called my doctor, told them what was going on and about my concern to find out if we really were pregnant. Plus, if we really were pregnant, was it ectopic again? They told me to come right in for blood work. My progesterone was 18 and my hcg was 42. They said my progesterone was great but that my hcg was a little low. They asked me to come in 2 days later to see if my hcg would double. When I went in 2 days later, my hcg was 110! They scheduled an ultrasound appointment for the following week to make sure it wasn't ectopic. After lots and lots of prayers we went to our first ultrasound appointment. THE LITTLE BEAN WAS THERE, snuggled up where it was supposed to be, no where near my fallopian tube. Cue exhale.
         Since that first appointment, I have felt nauseous, over-joyed, terrified I would lose the little peanut every day, exhausted, in awe, scared at every little pain, but mostly I have felt incredibly grateful. Grateful for every day that I do get to carry this precious little nugget. I'm grateful that we were able to get pregnant without any assistance from doctors. I was always envious of those who were able to get pregnant without even trying. Trying to get pregnant is stressful and frustration thing! We had been told by doctors that the combination of Dayne's count being so low and me having PCOS (Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome) that it would take a miracle to get pregnant on our own. They said we could try IUI's (Intrauterine insemination) and hope for the best, but that our best bet would be IVF. We had decided back in April to take a break from trying and celebrate Dayne's graduation with a trip to Brazil to revisit Dayne's mission and then when we got back from Brazil we would begin the long process of Invitro. Instead, when we got home we found out the wonderful news that we were expecting. Even now, I just want to cry from amazement! I am speechless. God listens to His children. He knows what is best and what will ultimately bring us closer to Him. He is a God that continues to perform miracles.

          He is also a God with a sense of humor. In my mind this is both the best time to find out we are expecting and the worst. Isn't it funny how it works out like that. You have everything planned out perfectly, how and when things will happen, and then it doesn't happen. Here we are with a miracle baby and we are jobless and living with family. The blessings in all of this? I don't feel panicked or stressed about finding a job. I feel weirdly comforted and at peace. I know we will land a job, I have no idea when, but I know it will happen. Until then, I feel immensely blessed to have family that is willing and able to help us. We are incredibly blessed.