Exactly two years of trying. I cried every time I saw those negative test results. I felt defeated. I would find my strength to pray and praise God for all I do have. I didn’t let anyone see my pain. My Husband is very supportive but I didn’t want to bring him down too.

Last December, we signed up for service with a local pest control business. The bill came and their direct deposit had to be set up in person. The day I went to pay the bill, I realized there was two minutes left to closing time.

The door was unlocked, the light were on but all the desks were empty. I almost left but I heard the clacking of a keyboard. I spoke in hopes I would not scare them. “Hello?”, “As long as its not inconvenient, I need to pay my bill.” A kind older man replies, “No ma’am. You’re not an inconvenience at all. I’d be glad to help you with that!”

I felt called to be here at this point. As if God was telling me to listen to him. That man’s glow was unreal!

Turns out the man was scheduling his other work as a chaplain in jails and prisons. I tell him my husband is a corrections officer at the local jail. He tells me he is sorry to hear that. He knows how stressful of a job that is to the families but he also knows how rewarding the job can be.

I didn’t tell him how accurate he was but that is so true!

My husband cried the night before saying that his work is so stressful with the overcrowding, excessive work hours due to lack of staff. He could loose his job for praying or speaking about Jesus at work. That always weighed on him too.

My husband is a big, strong man that never cries. It was heartbreaking. My sadness in my desire to add to our family was visible after all. It was definitely more than work getting to him. Of course my husband felt the same way. He wants kids as much as I do. It all was getting to be a lot to handle.

The man I met in the office turned out to be the General Manager for the company. He told me they were hiring and if my husband would apply, he would personally review his resume. Once home, my husband and I did research on the career change. We found they paid more hourly, worked less hours weekly and are a highly rated Christian business. They believe God First, Family second, job third.

My husband was formally offered the job and quit his job at the jail. A few days later, we find out we are pregnant and make a drs appointment. To our surprise, we were pregnant for 8 weeks before finding out. I had my regular period the month before. My conception date fell on my birthday! The day I found out and told my husband was a week before his birthday.

My husband says I totally regifted his birthday gift... Whatever! Lol

My birthday was the first time I ovulated after my husband applied for the new job. He knew he could still support his family without risking his life everyday. Everything pointed to stress being the reason why we couldn’t conceive. We had fertility tests in those two years and his sperm count was low. (That too can be caused by stress) We were soon to start treatments for TTC but God had other plans.

If you’re still praying for your BFP, a healthy pregnancy, and to one day hold your beautiful baby for the first time, your time will come when God will’s it.

Lessen interactions with anything that stresses you. Change jobs if you have to! Be steadfast in your prayers and trust God wants this for you too!

I pray that anyone who’s reading this who also has stress, claims it and lets it go! I pray you too receive your BFP!

We are starting the second trimester of our pregnancy officially this week. I waited to share our testimony to confirm baby was super sticky.

May God Bless you all on this journey and know you are not alone in this! 😘