Svithe on my preoccupation: an explanation for my absence

I'll just spit it right out. I'm pregnant.

Wow that felt good. I've wanted to tell you ever since I found out last Monday, but Matt really wanted to wait till my first trimester was over. But who are we kidding here people? It's ME we're talking about! He does know, by the way, that I am writing this. I waited a week at least....

He and I have two very different ideas of communication. He likes to tell people things only when necessary. When it is necessary he keeps it to the very basics. He hates divulging personal information. I think he'd have a heart attack if he knew everything I put in our Christmas letters and my blogs. (But I'm not stopping him from reading them and editing out what he wants. He chooses not to read, so I choose to write what I want.) I try to restrain myself on very personal issues, but it is hard. I do that only because I love him. I, on the other hand, will tell my life story to someone I just met if I happen to feel a good vibe or connection upon our meeting. I don't like keeping secrets. I usually want everyone to know everything about me so they know what they're getting into.

Onto the svithe:
A miracle could be defined as "a marvelous event manifesting a supernatural act of God." Many people (Christians included) think miracles don't happen today. I beg to differ.

When we saw our specialist at the end of last year, we were told that it was highly unlikely that we'd get pregnant on our own; he said to get medical help rather than just pray for a miracle. I pretty much resigned myself to the fact that it would be a year, at the very least , before I'd be able to get pregnant. We took the necessary medical steps in the right direction, but continued praying all the while.

I've always had faith that things would work out like they're supposed to. I just got frustrated when I didn't know the plan. I knew we'd have kids, I just didn't know when, how, or what we'd need to do first to obtain them. God knows the plan for my life, but I wished he'd just let me in on the secret so I could get on with things.

I don't think the Lord really likes to be bossed around, so I kept the prayers to something like, "We're ready. Help us to know what to do. Thy will be done." I have faith the Lord can do anything. If it was His will, I'd have gotten pregnant immediately. "For with God nothing shall be impossible." (Luke 1:37) But it wasn't. So I just had to have faith that things were going the way they were supposed to. Some weeks were easier than others. I had a couple of cries. But overall I figured life would work out, and it is.

We got pregnant the week before any of the medical help. I think it was the Lord's way of reminding me He works miracles and that we need to pray for them when it seems most unlikely for them to occur. Such is the nature of a miracle.

Oh, and I'm due the last week of October as far as I can tell.