It was the last day of August, 2009, and I was sitting at my desk--typing lesson plans, going through beginning of the year papers, and praying...
....praying that I was pregnant.
I'd had one little cycle after the miscarriage, and you better bet we tried for a baby after that. We wanted to start our family. We were so ready.
That day, I just kept hoping that I was pregnant. I had felt little twinges here and there, but was still not late on my period to "really" know or not whether we'd made it work that time around. Besides, it was early. We knew that.
I tried to brush aside the fear and worry.
An email popped into my inbox within those few minutes of sitting at my desk.
It was a request from our guidance counselor for a struggling family within our district who was in need of beds for the children.
Something quickened inside me.
We had a bed.
A nice, beautiful, full sized pillow top mattress. It was in our guest room. The room that would someday turn into a nursery if God ever blessed us with a baby.
When I read those words on the email-I knew. I just knew. I heard God tell me to give my mattresses away. He said to me, "You won't need them." I quickly emailed the guidance counselor back offering up our mattress set without even thinking twice.
I knew the instance I heard that in my spirit that I was pregnant.
The excitement was welling up in me like.no.other by this point.
The minutes couldn't drag by any slower. I couldn't wait to leave and go buy a pregnancy test, only to confirm what I felt I already knew in my heart.
When the time came for me to leave school that day, I jumped in my car with a bounce in my step and such a sense joy it was unbelievable.
I just knew it.
I bought the pregnancy tests, and barely got up the steps in my house before I tore that sucker open.
We didn't need that mattress set after all...because we'd need a crib.
I was pregnant, indeed.