Thank God!

When Mike and I married nearly 21 years ago, I had no idea of the adventures, heartaches, headaches, and joys that were in store for us. Some of those joys (and headaches) have names: Elizabeth, Luke, Emma, Isaiah, Elijah, and Noah. Yes, that's six pregnancies. I only have five to show for on Earth as Emma is in heaven. It used to bother me that I had stretch marks and saddle bags for breasts (tiny ones mind you) but finally accepted them as battle scars of birthing and parenting.
I started having babies at the age of 26. I was pregnant for most of 1997. I got pregnant in 1999 and was with child on every calendar year until 2005. I was pregnant for half a day of 2005. If that is confusing, Elijah was born on 01/01/05.
After some stressful months of "are we pregnant or not", Mike finally had a "procedure" so we wouldn't worry anymore. Woohoo! Free sex! (Hopefully the married couples will appreciate that humor!) That was in 2008.
Shortly before Mother's Day of 2011, almost 3 years to the day of Mike's procedure, we found out I was pregnant with Noah. I thought I was experiencing perimenopausal symptoms. I took a pregnancy test to rule it out. Completely not on this mama's radar screen, I had a panic attack and wanted to punch my husband in the face. It took me three months to adjust and look forward to having another baby. I turned 40 three months before Noah was born. I had a tubal during Noah's delivery.
In case you are wondering, there is a huge difference between being pregnant at 26 than there is at 40. I think in some ways, I am still recovering!
Fast forward to tonight. I have a menstrual tracker on my phone. (The older I get, the more thankful I am for technology because I can't remember anything. I call it mommy mushbrain.) This is the image that greeted me this morning.
"Ugh!" was the first thought that came to mind. I believe the text I sent to Mike read, "if I don't have one this month, I'm punching you!" I went about my daily business and didn't think much about it until this evening. When we don't take every thought captive to the obedience of Christ, it is amazing how fluffed up our thoughts can become. Thinking about the prospect of being pregnant at nearly 45 became very daunting. The only other times I have been that late were from being pregnant. I stopped by the Dollar Tree to pick up a test. Hey! Don't judge! One dollar is worth sanity and piece of mind. 
I got home and was never so thankful to see Mike. I am getting too old for this kind of emotional drama alone. I administered the test. Here is the result!
THANK GOD!!! I have never been so relieved to see a negative pregnancy test in all my life. Woohoo, let's party!!! Actually, I'm crashing from the 2 minute waiting adrenaline rush.
In Mike's words, "it would be pretty miraculous if you were pregnant now." Hey! It's happened once, it could happen again. He is the voice of reason in our relationship. THANK GOD!

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