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As I said, the time that we spent dealing with PCOS and its insanity felt like forever to me. When I found out my cousin Tricia was pregnant (with her first baby, Isaac), I had a little bit of a meltdown.
My cousins Amanda, Trevor, and I had always been very close. My extended family on that side is closer than most; we spent a week every summer camping together, Thanksgiving in cabins at Hueston Woods, and our family was visited in Virginia more times than I could count. When we were in Ohio, Amanda and I had a multitude of sleepovers, sometimes allowing Trevor to hang around, too. We were all within 11 months of age; we got married in a span of 8 months in 2003-2004. (Trevor actually got married two weeks after we did!)
So by the time I found out Tricia was pregnant, I already knew Amanda and Trevor’s wife, Julie, were expecting. It broke my heart that I wouldn’t share the experience with all of them.
The few weeks after finding out about Tricia were the worst of my journey. I was on a high dose of Metformin, which made me insanely sick all the time. Some things had happened with our class at church, causing us to merge back together with another class, which was just a little tumultuous. After finishing a project at work I was very involved in, it was back to routine. Things were just off.
Doing verifications at work one day, I typed in a Scripture wrong. This is what came up:
“He settles the barren woman in her home as the happy mother of children. Praise the LORD.” –Psalm 113:9
God spoke to me through a typo. I knew He had not forgotten about me.
What I didn’t know was there was already a tiny child nesting in my belly.
Today, I’m excited to share with you that this once-barren woman will be settled in her home as the happy mother of CHILDREN, not just a child.
Praise the LORD! We are due right at Christmas.
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