The past two months have sped by at an alarming rate.
Tomorrow is the day of our appointment with Dr. W. I can't tell if I'm nervous or excited or what. I feel a little numb, actually. When I stop and think about it, I'm shocked that we are going to an infertility specialist. Someone who specializes in people who can't get pregnant. We aren't that infertile, are we? The past four years beg to differ.
Before getting ready to leave this afternoon to run some errands, I took one last glimpse of myself in the mirror to tame down my hair and I had the thought, "I don't look infertile." As if looks have anything to do with it. I laughed at my silly thought. "I look like someone who wants to be a mom," I concluded.
Maybe one day I will be.
We ask for prayer for much wisdom tomorrow. Safe travels, too. Distance is not the thing I'm most happy about. Pray that whatever the outcome of our visit, whatever options are presented, whatever the next step seems to be, pray that Christ will be glorified in our lives. And that our hearts would be content with that alone.
I will update later this week.