Hubby and I started ntnp over 3 years ago. For me, it was us actually trying, while for him, it was just “let’s see what happens.” Throughout those three years, I have constantly gotten angry at God for not blessing me with a child. Well... this year, I took time to reflect.

If God gave me what I wanted when I wanted it, idk what our life would have been like.

Would we have been able to afford our 2 bedroom apartment last year?

Would hubby have been able to go to school while cutting down on his work hours?

Would hubby be able to focus enough on school to graduate with high honors?

Now that hubby is done with school, he has been approached with 2 different promotion opportunities. We are building up our savings and paying off some bills. We have agreed, this is the summer of opportunity.

And now, hubby is very hopeful that I would get pregnant this year. I am now 2 days late. (Haven’t tested yet because I have trust issues due to my body doing this to me A LOT in 2017)

Maybe this is God saying:

“See why it is always in My timing? You are now ready. The child will have a wonderful life because I know what is best for them and for you.”

I thought I’d share my testimony. If I test positive in a week or so, depending on whether or not af decides to arrive within a week, maybe my testimony will have a happier ending.

Update: just to drive y'all and myself crazy, I am going to wait until July to test. Why? Because, of my trust issues with my body, I rather wait a good while for af to arrive before going the the emotional roller coaster of testing right now. Been there, done that, wasn't even given the t-shirt. I promise I will update.

Update: Af decided to show up today (June 26). Thankfully I bought pads yesterday just in case, because something told me, probably God, that she was gonna show up. I'm just happy she arrived now and not after I tested. I nearly bought one of those $1 tests yesterday, thankfully the store didn't have them stocked so I didn't have go go through the emotional roller coaster of getting bfn. I will admit I am sad... But I took a walk with my dog and talked to God about how I felt. It was therapeutic and now I'm ready to just survive the week and try to enjoy the summer getting ready to host my nephew when his mom is giving birth to his little bro or sis. God bless and baby dust to you, ladies!