We have a rather unusual way of going about making babies, but it has arisen out of need and experience. Our daughter (10) was, at one point, my daughter - I was a single mom. Then I met and subsequently married (in July 2003) my husband and he legally adopted her, and we started trying to conceive on our honeymoon. We tried for a long time. DH went to the doctor and, to put it in his words, "found out there wasn't a lot to look at." We kept trying.
In January 2008, my husband told me he was going to start fasting and praying two days a week for us until I had a baby. His reasoning was that that's what they did in the Bible when they really needed/wanted something, not as a "payment" for being answered, but more to show that they were serious and it meant so much to them that they were willing to give things up. I, not being cynical, but out of hope, asked, "and what if I don't?" His reply was, " then I'll fast two days a week for the rest of my life." Talk about commitment!
I was probably past the point of conception that cycle when he told me, and at the end, when I was expecting my period, I had about 10 days of aching boobs (that's about 8 more than usual) and started to wonder, but then got my period. The achiness happened again the next cycle, and I told myself to ignore it, because it didn't mean anything... but then I didn't get my period. I was charting at the time, and so I knew I was late, and Monday took a test, which came out negative. The instructions say to wait a week and try again, so... I waited two days.
The Wednesday test came out negative as well, but maybe, possibly with the slightest hint of a line, but maybe I was just seeing the coloring because it got wet and showed through a little. On Friday, I took a third, and there really was a line, it was faint, but it was there! When I called my husband at work, he could immediately tell something was up, and when I told him, he was speechless. I was beaming, and had a feeling he was too. He said, "I have to restrain myself from jumping on the desk and shouting it out!" When he came home that evening, he said that a lot of the people in the office had asked what was making him so smiley today.
That was a month and a half after he started, and he continued fasting and praying until little Jasper was born in November, conceived naturally (using nothin' but lovin'), but a miracle child nonetheless. We prayed quite a bit for "Ziggy" while he was growing, most especially for protection and proper growth, because my hormones were low, and there was threatened miscarriage, and in the end, he came through. Haha - literally! :)
Here we are 21 months later with a strong intelligent boy, and I've been "ready" to have another for about 6 or 8 months, but figured let it if He wills it. I had the opportunity to hold a little baby this weekend, and it ignited the warm and fuzzies in me. Last night, my husband said something to me and something about its sadness and wistfulness struck me. I asked him about it, and he said yes, he was sad that I'm not already pregnant again. So I think I will return the favor, and do for him what he once did for me, and, Lord be willing, we'll have another!