Here’s how it went down (Part 2)…

Coming to you live from the car today. Baby is asleep in the back seat. How precious is she?

I stopped by Braum's for some chocolate chip ice cream before we came home to our driveway to finish our nap. There's ESPN on the radio. Internet for the computer. Really, couldn't ask for more.

Anyway, to continue the story

I handed him the stick and then about fell into the floor.

He sat there in what can only be described as stunned silence.

What followed was a whole lot of sentence fragments.

How could…? But we’re….? Can this be…?

Chris wanted me to test again in the morning which was fine with me since that was completely my plan.

And after a night where I got absolutely no sleep, I tested and it was just as positive.

I called Dr. K’s office on the way to work the next morning and said something mildly coherent about me being a patient of Dr. K’s and I’d gotten a positive HPT but didn’t see how that was possible because we are seriously infertile so I’m a little panicked right now. Could I come in for a beta and maybe some valium?

Sweet receptionist called me back right away and yes, come in before 10 and we’ll test.

But no valium.

I dropped AK off, rushed to the office, gave blood and ran to my meeting. I was 15 minutes late for the meeting but figured it was totally worth it if I was in fact pregnant.

I swear, the day was forever long. I knew from an infertile friend at the office that Dr. K’s nurses were calling with results closer to 5 pm these days. But when 5 then 6 then 7 rolled past, I assumed it would be tomorrow before I heard.

And then Dr. K called a little after 8 pm.

He said “Robin Evans! I couldn’t believe it when your chart came across my desk. You’re pregnant! AMH level of 0.16 and you are pregnant! Beta is 356 so you are good and pregnant.”

There are really no words to describe the feeling you get when you realize the very thing you had been praying for actually happens.

I mean, I felt that when we got pregnant with AK but for some reason, this one felt different.

We had done nothing on our own to make this happen. No shots, no acupuncture, no retrievals…nothing.

I knew our first pregnancy was a God-created miracle. But if I’m being truly honest, I also felt like I’d done my part too. He led me to do all of that. He gave me the tools and provided the means. And I know without a shadow of a doubt we absolutely HAD to go through IVF to have our first child.

But this one.

I hadn’t done any work. I had no part in this. Absolutely none.

And yet, I was just as pregnant.

Straight up, the next several weeks and really, even up until this last week when I started telling my infertile friends, it felt unreal.

Likely part of that is because I have been spending a rather large amount of time attempting to keep food down.

However, I know what I have been feeling is the most humbled I have ever been.

How do you even begin to be grateful for this miracle?

So here’s what I know.

I am not special. I am not deserving. I am not better.

But my God is.

This little baby growing right now is all God. He pulled an egg out of dying ovaries and moved a sperm out of a very small number of available sperm together to create this child.

The hymn “To God Be the Glory” has been the theme song in my head. It’s old school but it fits. Because all the glory absolutely belongs to my Savoir, my Heavenly Father, my God.

To God be the glory
Great things He has done
So loved He the world
That He gave us His Son
Who yielded His life an atonement for sin,
And opened the lifegate that all may go in.

Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord
Let the earth hear His voice
Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord
Let the people rejoice
O come to the Father thru Jesus the Son,
And give Him the glory
Great things he hath done