Today was hard.
Another negative pregnancy test, and a lot of tears.
I was expectant this cycle. Expectant that God would give me what my heart desires, and when it didn’t happen I was so angry. Angry because I shouldn’t be doing all of this so soon.
This week I should be celebrating being 20 weeks pregnant, but instead I’m longing for time to speed up.
It’s a constant period of waiting.
Waiting for a cycle to start, waiting for ultrasounds and blood tests, waiting to take pregnancy tests, just a never ending cycle of waiting.
I know God is using this. I can feel it. Every hardship and disappointment is being used for his glory and that’s my prayer.
I’m not walking alone in this, and whatever you’re going through you aren’t walking alone either. 🤍