I don't talk much about Jason and I's inability to get pregnant. In all honesty it's not something that is on my mind very often. Don't get me wrong, there have been seasons where I have mourned it in some way or another, but as I've shared before, I don't struggle much with our infertility.
However, a few things have started to come into play, reminding me of our closed womb. First is or course the fact that Abigail has become a big girl. She wears undies, sleeps in a big bed, eats with a spoon, and doesn't want to hold my hand. Yes the fact that I don't have a baby anymore has reminded me that we can't start "trying." Mostly because we never stopped.
The other thing that has me thinking about it a little more is that we are getting ready to approach a new number of years we have been trying. We are rapidly approaching the five. And it for some reason feels like the wrap of the gavel by the judge. Like once we pass that number it's final. Now I know that you know someone who got pregnant after five, ten, and however many more years. And that's great. I know that it's not truly finality. But as this is my blog and I'm trying to explain my thoughts, it feels final.
It makes me think back to our dreams when we got married. We wanted a large family. Really. I wanted ten kids. I wanted lots of kids filling our home with laughter, life, and great chaos. I wanted the full quiver God tells us is a blessing in His word. And as the years have passed I have allowed myself to be okay with the idea of maybe having two kids.
Jason and I have talked a little about our next adoption. We have discussed adopting another kiddo with NF, and have gone back to where we were before Abigail with being open to a child with a disability. And only God knows what the future holds.
Anyway, as I was praying about all of this the other night I felt like God told me that my quiver will be full. I may not have ten kiddos like I originally hoped for, but that the needs of my children would bring me the blessing of a full quiver.
*Ahhhh* That sigh of relief. That feeling of refreshment after God so clearly reminds me that His ways are higher than mine, and that His plans are far more perfect than mine. I mean look at the beautiful little girl he brought to us. My plan was much different, but His has turned out more beautiful than anything I could've planned.
Grieving just a little,