The top photo was taken October of 2016. My husband and I (fiancé at the time) had been trying since June of 2016...I had finally gotten my first positive on a pregnancy test. I couldn't believe my eyes. Those 7 days of bliss came to an end when I started bleeding and heavy cramping. I was 4 weeks and 3 days when I lost my baby. I had taken this photo 2 days before I miscarried. From the moment I got my positive my hand was always on my belly, even though my baby was just the size of a poppy seed. I hated the world and was so distraught as to why God would take my baby from me. After that we stopped "trying" for a good 3 months. No tracking of when I was fertile, or ovulating or anything like that. Just a break. Then we started back up in February. We were determined. I bought those bulk OPK's and pregnancy test strips off of amazon, a load of different vitamins for us both to take, more preseed, basal body thermometer, anything you could think of. No luck with February, but I had high hopes for March, again nothing. Then in April I got a faint positive before my period was due and then 2 days later my period came, that was the first of my chemical pregnancies. Then the same thing happened for May. And let me tell you, that was my worst month. Why? Mothers Day. My period was late but I remember I was getting negative after negative on my tests and at that point I was just waiting for my period to come and sure enough it did, the evening of Mother's Day. I remember sitting in church with my fiancé, our pastor was saying a prayer for mothers, mothers that have passed and women who long to be mothers. And that hit me, hard. I remember crying, clenching my fiancé's hand praying and begging to God to make me a mother. As we left the service the women of the church were passing out roses to all the mothers, and they handed me one. I was a wreck that day but getting that rose gave me hope. My fiancé and I prayed together, and we prayed that by next Mother's Day I would be a mommy. June came and went with still no baby. And then July. My husband and I got married July 7th of 2017, that month I had only 1 ovulation test left, so I saved it for the day I thought for sure I was ovulating. Sure enough I took it and it was the darkest it had ever been. We were taking the couples pre conception vitamins religiously and praying non stop. I had a good feeling about that month. On August 7th I peed on one of the strips before getting into the shower, while I was in the shower I cried and begged to the lord that it would be positive. I didn't know how much more heartache month after month I could endure. I got out and saw those 2 little lines plain as day. I didn't need to hold it up to the light or squint. It was there. From that moment on I knew the Lords plan for my family. It is all in HIS timing. 14 months of trying, loss and pain but it was all worth it. I'm currently 32 weeks and 4 days with my baby girl, due April 21st. When I was ttc I was so jealous of the moms with morning sickness, stretch marks, anything they would complain about. I wanted to have that so bad. And now I do, and she is SO worth every ache, mark, trip to the bathroom, discomfort, all of it. The bottom photo was taken yesterday. For you mothers ttc, I know your pain. I know how it feels to see pregnancy announcements non stop. Going to a baby shower and having guilt for feeling resentful. Seeing pregnant women left and right. Longing for the belly, the little kicks, sonograms. But your turn will come mama. Wether it be 1 month from now or 1 year or even 10 years. Pray, and trust that it's all in God's timing.