I stood there trembling with excitement, fear, and wonder as I watched the two lines appear on the pregnancy test. “There’s NO way! How can this be?”
Four days earlier….
The results of my blood work were back and after six months of fertility treatment on the highest dose possible, my levels weren’t showing high enough to have even ovulated.
My doctor sat me down.
“Megan, we’re not seeing the results we hoped for. The medicine is not working. You can’t get pregnant,” he said.
I sunk in my chair. I had so many questions, but none could form.
He continued, “We need to do exploratory surgery to find out why. I’m scheduling it five days from now. After surgery, I’m referring you to a fertility specialist in Mobile. There’s nothing more I can do. Do you have any questions?”
“OK” is all I could say as I held back tears.
It had been a long cycle of fertility treatments. Six months of the rigorous regimen that made me feel sick. Following a schedule of when my husband and I could be intimate (how romantic!). The blood work and the the waiting game. Only to be disappointed every single month.
To top it off, the medicine made me gain weight, and people started asking if I was, in fact, pregnant.
I think that hurt the most.
I went home and told my husband about the surgery. He held me as I cried.
The next morning, I left for a weekend at my grandparents’ house. I needed to be with family. I called my mom and sister about it on the way.
But then, at my grandparents house I felt strange. I was constantly thirsty, hungry, and sleepy. Maybe it was just the six months of treatment. Or maybe it was the end of another college semester catching up with me.
My sister told me to take a pregnancy test.
I told her she was crazy.
After a weekend of stopping to pee every 30 minutes and eat every twenty, my mom told me, “Megan, you’re pregnant.”
I replied, “No, I’m not. My blood work shows I never ovulated, which means there is no way possible I can be pregnant. I have surgery in two days.”
My wise mother looked me in the eyes, and responded, “I know all of that, but you’re forgetting something—God is bigger than ALL of this and He is STILL in the miracle working business.”
The next morning I took the test.
I went in for my pre-op and told the nurse, “I took a pregnancy test this morning and it was positive.”
She looked at my paperwork.
“It was probably a fluke. There is no way you are pregnant.”
“It was positive,” I responded with hope.
God is bigger than all of this.
She set down my paperwork.
“You do know your blood work shows you didn’t ovulate,” she huffed. “And you know you have to ovulate to get pregnant. Right?”
I just smiled and asked her for a test.
He is STILL in the miracle working business.
She came back with a shocked look on her face. “I guess you won’t be needing surgery. . . I need to call your doctor.”
As I was leaving, my doctor’s office called.
“Megan, your blood work was negative, but the nurse just called…and your pregnancy test was positive. We need you to come in for an ultra sound.”
That next morning, I saw Sabrye’s tiny heart beat on the screen and I cried.
It was the most precious sound!
Normally, they give women pregnancy tests before surgery, but they weren’t going to give me one because of my negative blood work. We would have lost my Sabrye.
And this world wouldn’t know my sweet, spunky five year old.
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