Last night we went to an orientation class with my OB. It seemed strange to walk into my OB office after 2 years. The last time I left that office, I sat and cried in the parking lot because we were being sent to a specialist. We had no idea what was ahead, we just knew that the game had definitely changed.
Because I have lived and breathed infertility the last few years, I didn't learn anything I didn't know in the orientation. But I have to say it was surreal to be hearing about all things pregnancy. We have prayed for it for so long, and now that it's here, it just doesn't feel real. We were sitting in a group of "normal" couples again. And I couldn't help but think about all that we had been through to make it to this point.
The person sitting next to me had no idea what we have fought for and prayed for over the past few years. That it took so much blood, sweat, and tears to earn a seat in this class. That there had been so much loss before we got here. That we weren't really sure if we would ever be here.
There will never be anything "normal" about our story or this pregnancy, but it is the story the Lord graciously wrote for us and our tiny ones. I wouldn't have asked for any of it. But I also wouldn't change it either.
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