In the last few days I've found myself preparing. Preparing for a whole laundry list of things....
... for Christmas
... for the results of this week's beta
... for spending time with my nephew and newly pregnant sister-in-law
... for the week of vacation the hubs is taking between Christmas and the first of the year
... for moving into yet another year without a baby in our home
... for the possibility of IVF in the coming months
... for the next pregnancy announcement (they seem to be happening nearly weekly)
and as I've been preparing for these things I have thought nearly constantly about what it must have been like for Mary to prepare for a baby boy that wasn't conceived by her own doing. A baby boy who was created within her by the same two hands that I pray will form a child in my own womb someday.
It is easy to focus on all of the hard things about this season when you are in the midst of infertility, but I challenge you to remember the gift that is at the core of Christmas. The birth of a baby boy. A birth that really should remind us that miracles can and do happen. Even in the middle of this struggle, I am reminded by the Christmas story where to place my trust.
2 comments:
Thank you for your beautiful post. No matter how wonderful a gift a child would be for both of us, it's the birth of Jesus that was the ultimate gift from our Father. Whether or not I ever have my own child, that truth will never change.
I understand what you mean about pregnancy announcements. I think people think the holidays are a cute time to announce these sorts of things. Sigh. Some day I hope our day will come...
Hope your beta is + fingers crossed!
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