Have you ever wanted something with all your heart and soul? Something you would make a major sacrifice for? Prayed and prayed and prayed for it only to find your prayer remains umanswered?
The past six years I have been in that situation. It won't take a genius to figure out what I prayed for daily. For roughly 72 months I would pray daily for a baby. When it would get close to the time for my cycle to start I would get really anxious. My prayer would become an obsession. I never wanted to "find" evidence that my prayer was once again unanswered.
For the first time in 73/74 months I have not been praying for my cycle to stay away. I have been doing just the opposite for the past few days. My nerves were starting to kick in because I wasn't feeling amy of my typical PMS symptoms. The details from my doctor appointment two weeks ago were swirling around in my head.
I desperately wanted to get my cycle. Not because it is such a pleasant experience, but because it would mean something. If I got my cycle it meant that I may or may not be ovulating. While I don't know if ovulation took place this month, I know that my body is at least trying to do what it is supposed to. Imagine my excitement when my prayer was answered this week. Never did I think I would be so happy to start my cycle!
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