For those who haven't before, meet my sweet Brigid the SuperToddler.
When Brigid's father and I got married, it was with the full understanding that I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS), and therefore might never be able to conceive. Yes, I'm one of those women that fertility clinics were invented for, and diagnoses of this syndrome are on the rise. Before I ever got married, I saw a reproductive endocrinologist, at the suggestion of a friend who has PCOS and is a mom, to see what my odds were. They were extremely NOT good. The doctor said I'd probably never conceive without fertility drugs, and we might be looking at IVF, which I was neither willing to undergo nor could I afford.
In the end, I found myself in church after a service one Sunday, on my knees before the image of Christ being cradled in the arms of His beautiful Mother, crying out to her to pray for me to the Son whom she miraculously bore. Only a miracle could make my and my husband's dream of being parents come true. We proceeded with our wedding, firmly believing we were made for each other, that God had brought us together, and the rest was up to Him.
About a year after Michael and I married, the doctor informed me that he wanted me to go off birth control, just so he could ascertain whether or not I was even capable of ovulating. Guess what happened two months later? Boy, was the result of THAT pregnancy test unexpected! Glory to God for all things.
by Matthew Garrett