As I observed this vacant scene on the shores of Lake Erie, I marveled at the wonder of God’s creation and how, every year, He allows nearly every sign of life to be obscured by ice, freezing temperatures and snow.
When we first started trying for a baby two and a half years ago, the early months held tendrils of hope. My mind swam with thoughts of our future family, not thinking for a moment of the difficulty we might face along the way.
It was 6AM, and my eyes were heavy as I tried to make sense of the Scripture passage laid out in front of me.
Infertility is a physical problem, but it has ramifications that go far beyond the physical. God gave us not just a body, but a mind, heart, and soul (Matthew 22:37).
Relating Well with your friends (especially momma friends) through this difficult season can be one of the most challenging parts of your journey. Here are some things that may help our heart and our focus.
t’s that time of year when you see pencils and backpacks on sale at the store, when buses roll by your street and parents hustle their kids in the car after posing for pictures at the front door.
Whether you’ve been waiting a while or just started to realize “this might be harder than I originally thought,” it doesn’t take long to realize we all need a companion on this journey of infertility.
Choosing a physician within infertility is never easy, but this list of questions, advice and things to think about will be a great resource for you.
Waiting for a job, a husband, or a baby can often be painful and lonely. In When God Says Wait, Elizabeth Laing Thompson tackles all the emotions that come when we are in a waiting season.
During the first year of trying to conceive, I was able to remain optimistic month after month while Jordan felt the disappointment intensely. I remember her crying at night, “What’s wrong with me?” , “Why can’t I get pregnant?” , “What’s wrong with my body?” I remember praying specifically, “God, whatever the issue is, please let it be me, not Jordan.” I didn’t want her to put the blame on herself. I didn’t want her to feel the pain of being the “cause” of infertility.
