Picture from that morning.

A year ago today I was getting ready for church with a heavy heart. I was up early in the morning after spending the night making peace with God. The Thursday before we had been told that our medicated cycle had not worked, we were not pregnant, and that we had a long road ahead of us. I had spent the night in tears, praying and surrendering. It was a long painful night at the tail end of two long and very painful years.

Anyway I got up, and on a whim decided to take a home pregnancy test. People who have dealt with infertility know what I am talking about. The hundreds of pregnancy tests, staring at it from all angles, even taking it apart and shining a flash light on it to see if a magical second line shows up.
So this test was different. A second line showed up, after a negative blood test. Without dragging the story out too much, I can say that we were shocked. David tried to look at the test but I kept grabbing it out of his hands. We went to church in a daze, after I took three more tests. They all came up positive.

I remember feeling the black cloud lifting, like I had been waiting to breath, our morning had finally broken.
May 15th will always be a day that I remember as a day God worked a miracle in us. The dr. said we had less than a percent chance, Ha! What did he know?!
This is a day to celebrate!

Can you see the little line that changed our lives?