We have a wonderful, beautiful, smart and spunky 2 1/2 year old daughter (you can read more about her on our family blog at
http://www.mybirdsofafeather.blogspot.com/) and have always desired for her to have a sibling. In my perfect world, our children would be 2 1/2 years apart and we would have four...but we all know we don't live in my perfect world.
So, to bring you up to date, 15 months ago we started trying to conceive another child. Since we had no trouble getting pregnant with Adair, I was surprised when six months went by and I still wasn't pregnant. After eight months, I made an appointment with my OBGYN who perscribed clomid. After five rounds of clomid, I made an appointment with a fertility specialist who discovered I had developed a good-sized cyst on my left ovary. She perscribed a month of birthcontrol pills to shrink the cyst. At the beginning of my next cycle the cyst was gone. Praise the Lord. I was thrilled and so thankful to have had quick success and glimmer of hope. Next, I had to go through one natural cycle to see how my body was working without any medication. I was thankful she was being conservative, but disappointed to (most likely) add another month to the already long list of those that we would try to conceive. At the end of that cycle I wasn't pregnant, so the plan was to try a new drug during the next cycle. Notice I said the plan "was".
That brings us to today. I walked into today's appointment expecting to turn a corner, try something new and have some success. Instead, I walked out in tears. Those who know me know that I don't cry often, but today I lost it like my two year old. After an ultrasound, the tech turned to me and said "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you have three cysts each bigger than 1 cm". I knew that with three cysts bigger than 1 cm each they would not let me take any fertility medications, hince the reason I started to cry. Up to this point, I haven't shed one tear over my infertility. I have trusted God and putted right along thankful for the glimmer of hope every month. Today was different; today felt like a road block.
As I drove home, I started to think about how much I wanted to follow God's plan and not my own. I have always had a heart for adoption and Hank and I have always been very akin to the fact that conceiving is not always easy and it's not always God's plan for building families. I don't know if today's news and my reaction was God's way of pushing us toward adoption, but we are seeking His will. We want to go where He wants us to go and raise the children He wants us to raise. Biological or not.
We have decided to explore adoption fully while still trying to conceive, all the while praying for God to lead us where He would have us to go and that we would fulfill His purpose in our lives and not our own. I strongly believe we will adopt a child. I always have, I just never considered it might be our second child.
We are not giving up or fully committing to either road. We are just walking both roads and allowing God to direct us.
Take us where you want us to go, Lord.
I. AM. WILLING.