My amazing husband, Jim, and I met in high school when I was 16 and he was 17. He is the only guy I have ever dated, kissed and loved. We dated for three years, were engaged for one after Jim proposed to me on a beach in Florida, and then married at the young ages of 20 and 21. Some people tried to talk us into waiting a little bit longer to get married, and I will admit it was tough since we were both still in college and working part time, but I wouldn’t change anything. Our love story is perfectly imperfect.
We had always agreed that we wanted to be married for five years before we started a family. Our thinking was that we wanted to have plenty of time together, with just the two of us, before we had kids in the house for the next 18 to 22 years. So that’s what we did. We went on fun vacations out of the country, bought a house, Jim went back to school and earned his master’s degree. Then the five years were up and Jim had just graduated, so it was perfect timing….in our eyes. But God had a different plan.
Jim couldn’t find a job after graduation, so we ended up moving to OKC for what we thought was a great job for him. We just had to wait 90 days before his health benefits kicked in, so we couldn’t start trying as soon as we had hoped. Unfortunately, that job turned out to be not so great, so Jim applied elsewhere. He was offered a job that seemed even better than the first and accepted that one. Then God really wanted to test our faith in Him. On the first day, this company told Jim that the position that was offered to him didn’t exist and the lady that had offered it no longer worked with them. He stayed there one week. Thankfully God provided a job for me in the mean time, which I absolutely love. Then He did the same for Jim (why did I bother worrying?), and we have been at those employers ever since.
So by the time we finally had health insurance, we had been married for almost 6 years. We started trying to have a baby. A few months went by, and we were told that was normal. Then six months went by with no positive results and I started getting anxious. My OBGYN told me not to worry until it had been a year. Soon enough it had been, and that is when she referred us to an infertility doctor.
It’s difficult to sit back and wait, but that is what we are doing. All the while trusting and believing that God will bless us with children one day, whether it’s our own flesh and blood or through adoption. So if you want to follow our progress, we are going to document our journey on this blog in a straight-forward and honest way. Some days will be good, some will be bad, but we want to share our story in hopes that it will encourage others.