In October, 2001, Kevin and I began our journey towards adding to our family. At Thanksgiving that year, I asked my great-grandma to make me a pair of booties with some yarn that I had picked out. As I stood in the corner with my hard-of-hearing grandmother, trying to be quiet (ha! I had to keep talking louder and louder in order for her to understand my request), the rest of the family gathered what I was asking before my grandma did! I finally succeeded in getting across to her that I was *not* expecting, I just wanted the booties for whenever we had a baby.
My great-grandma knit four pairs of booties (I think in one night, too! She was a fast knitter!), and I tucked them away. I was sure it would be any month now...
Instead, months stretched into years and years. I am a very private person, but it seemed as though I were wearing a badge (or rather a sandwich board), announcing to the world that we were unable to have children. At times, I received extremely rude (and hard to bear) questions and comments.
And so, as I said, I am a very private person. Much of my journey through infertility has been faced alone. I am very grateful for the support God placed in my life to help get me through the last year of struggles. Much of my story will remain untold.
However, it is with tears in my eyes, and thanks to the Lord, that I am ecstatic to announce that Kevin and I are expecting a child towards the end of February!
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