At the beginning of July, I wrote out my goals for the month and mentioned that there was an area of my life that I wanted to set goals for, other than the four I'd already talked about (marriage, home, heart, and time). I hinted at it in my fifth July goal, to increase my mileage throughout the month and run 50km total.
I've been working on my health for the past few months, beginning once I came back from last year's Influence Conference and moved out of my parents' home and into my own. I lost more than 40lbs within the first six months, eating whatever I wanted, just in smaller quantities. Since March, I had been working more on exercise, getting back into running in the warm summer mornings, and not focusing on losing more weight just yet as I gained the muscle that would help me burn fat. Once July came along, as I planned on increasingly longer runs, I hoped to get back into a bit of weight loss; as a family, we made changes to our diet, I cut out sugar for a few weeks to rid myself of my addiction to something sweet after dinner [and lunch, and sometimes breakfast]. Despite those changes, my body was in the midst of more than just weight loss and running over my city's bridges.
Rowan turned two in the middle of the month, the same week that I found out I was pregnant with our second child.
It's not exactly great timing, with Joey leaving in a month's time to commute to school four hours away for the next two years. But the nearly-single-parent thing wasn't even at the forefront of our minds. I had been using an IUD since shortly after Rowan was born to try and prevent pregnancy, but it doesn't seem to have worked overly well for me (like my mother before me, who carried to term and had a healthy baby while an IUD remained incorporated in the placenta). We were immediately afraid for the life of our child and frantic phone calls ensued. My doctor was able to remove the IUD a few days later, as she reminded me that God's plans are unknown but always best, and despite a few frightening days of bleeding and feeling so certain that we were losing the baby, my bloodwork came back this week showing signs of life still growing.
Honestly, I don't know that I would be singing the same song had it not been for friends all over the continent praying day in and out for our family. We told a few close friends in our area, but we also had my Healthy Living Influence Network Community Group and the Thrive Moms team lifting us up. I have never believed more wholeheartedly in the healing power of prayer than I have in the past few weeks.
It's still very early — I'm just now at the two month mark — but we feel as though the King of Kings has such plans for this child, we wanted to share about our second no matter the outcome.
The whole topic of pregnancy is not an easy one, and having conceived twice now is not something we take lightly. I am celebrating this life with all I have, but I have also rejoiced with friends who have gone through numerous procedures before being blessed with their children, and I've sat heartbroken alongside dear ones who have received news that their treatments have not ended in conception. If you have been struggling in your journey to parenthood, my intention is never to rub pregnancy in your face — but I will sit with you in your hurt and do whatever I can to walk with you. I see you, I hear you, and I love you.