Hope for Pregnancy

My husband and I have been married a little over a year. Before we got engaged we had always talked about having a family right away, how many kids we would have, what we would name them, etc. So, once we got married we were more than hoping that we could start our family.

I started becoming very attentive to irregularities in my period cycle. I hadn't had my period for a month and I was getting really excited. I took a pregnancy test and waited for that plus sign to appear. Negative. So, I thought, okay, maybe I did it wrong. I tried again. And again, it came back negative.

I don't think I can remember crying so hard in my life. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest and that every happy thought and hope that I had ever had was crushed. And I couldn't stop crying. I had prayed and hoped so hard to be pregnant that it was exhausting. And it was very out of my character because I'm, unfortunately, usually a pessimist. I took a leap of faith and started to believe in the baby that wasn't.

It was hard to get over, but still, I would continue to have missed periods and I would continue to get my hopes up only to have them smashed. And each time I would break down and cry. Well, recently, my husband and I just decided that we would let the Lord know that should the time come for us to be blessed with a child, we were ready and waiting. And I would talk to Heavenly Father silently to myself and just pour my heart out to him about my desires to have a family.

Last week, my husband was with his sister and her kids. He looked at her baby and said, "wish we could have one of those!" Her reply was, "you will, but you and your wife have a job to do right now. You have to take care of her father. (He is diabetic and had his leg amputated. He only trusts my husband and I to care for him.) Then, when you have completed the work that the Lord has for you, He will bless you with a baby."

Now, his sister had no idea that we were praying about this matter, or that we even had issues with this matter. She didn't know why she said what she said, but she said it, and I can't help but knowing that her answer came from the Lord. What a great feeling it was to know that He is listening to my prayers, and that He knows my heart. I have faith that what Fano's sister said is true. What hope and comfort that brings to my soul.