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At this point, other than Trent and my sister, only two of our friends knew about the little gift growing inside my tummy. It may sound bad, but I didn’t want to talk about the situation. In fact, it was hard for me to even say the word pregnant or baby.
My gynecologist sent me in for an ultrasound to confirm the pregnancy test results. I wasn’t sure what to think or feel. Would there really be anything there? If there was, would the situation become real for me?
Even as I saw that tiny being on the screen and saw its heartbeat, I still couldn’t fathom the thought that I was pregnant.
A few weeks later my new O/B rolled the Dopplar around my belly and we listened for the heartbeat. As I heard the strong, little heartbeat for the first time, I didn’t have that a-ha moment (you know the one they say you’ll get when you hear the heartbeat for the first time?)
It was as if I was in a dream and hadn’t woken up yet. Could this news really be true?
I’m Not Like Most Women
Some women love the sound of a crying baby – not me, I cringe. How could the Lord expect me to take care for one of them, all the time? How in the world was I going to do this?
Isaiah 41:13 was a verse that He showed me early on, and I’ve clung to it ever since. It says, “For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.“