Brandon and I went to see The Dark Knight Rises on Saturday night. It was amazing! We're superhero fanatics, and I promise to post pictures of the infamous superhero room soon.
On Sundays, we get to church around 7:30am. I've been singing on Sundays, and we have to get there early before the first service. Blah. I don't mind getting up early, but I will definitely be sleeping in tomorrow (on my off day.) I did not take my usual Sunday afternoon nap yesterday and think I'll make up for it tomorrow.
We went to have lunch with the family for Grandaddy's birthday. We got to see and love on Bryson, and then came home and rested.
In fertility news, I'm CD20 today with no sight of ovulation. =/ My temperature is all over the place. I will most likely wait until next week to call ART and mention my lack of ovulation.
But back to Sunday at church...In the Methodist church they do infant baptisms. This is still a fairly new concept to me, and I think it's amazing. BUT it's an extremely emotional experience for me with out current fertility situation. Of course I was on stage blubbering away as this family baptized their teeny, tiny, precious baby.
Our associate pastor, Larry, saw me crying. Once we were dismissed from the stage, I spotted Brandon and told him that I would not be sitting through the second service (we did sit through the first service and sunday school already). I raced as quickly as possible to the bathroom so that I could have the "loud cries". Erica saw me going in and came in to comfort me. Brandon said that he had no idea where I was, but Larry had come out of the service to find us.
Larry saw me start crying on stage. He said that in that moment he began praying for us and asking God what to do or say to help us. Larry has been amazing with Brandon and me. He has such a way with words and often asks us some difficult questions. He often helps us see the "big picture." He said that in that moment God told him that Brandon and I would be holding our child this time next year. This is our second prophecy that Larry has delivered to us (I've received one as well, but am not quite ready to reveal that here until I have shared it with more of my family).
I am so thankful for our amazing faith family. They have made this struggle less painful merely by their presence and consistent prayer. My emotions have continue to run wild, but I know that there are so many people praying for us to have a child.
I hate to just end my post here, but I do have more renewed hope. (there's that word again)
- I have a friend who I will refer to as "N." She is in the midst of her own fertility struggle and is approaching IVF. I pray that this last insemination attempt works for her and her husband so they don't have to move forward with in vitro.
- My Granny is still recovering from her surgery last week. She's at home, but she's becoming disoriented often (most likely from the pain medications).
- There are many unspoken requests within my faith family at church. I pray that God blesses each and every one of them this week.