God has a sense of humour…

It had to be the combination of milk and wheat that I had had earlier for the first time in a while that was making me feel so unwell.

Or so i thought.

I was beginning to believe I had a slight intolerance…so it was believeable.

I was still waking up every 3 hours to feed my 6 month old. He wasn’t sleeping through the night. But i thought by now i would’ve adjusted to that…but i guess not. The tiredness was becoming a real issue.

And i remember my periods returning briefly, but not seeing one for a while. I figured because I was breastfeeding…it may not have been a real period…just a bleed perhaps without ovulating….

Hmmmm. Surely not.

Was I not the one they said should look for an egg donor…

Let me do a test.

Just incase. Although i was exclusively breastfeding still, so unlikley.

But just to be sure.

It was positive.

Panic descended.

My first was only 6 months old! How on earth will i cope?

I was due back to work in august. Sigh.

Something inside said.. “but this is what you prayed for?”

I began to repent for the panic i felt, and encouraging thoughts flooded my mind.

I then realised that I needed to be mindful who i shared this testimony with. I only needed positive words at this point.

From someone who thought they may never conceive naturally to someone who was spontaneously getting pregnant. Surely this was a miracle!

I guess this is what happens when you pray for twins.

One thing was for sure. The God who healed me. Healed me completely.

And i am pretty sure that I am not and will not be the only one.

I send a word of encouragement with anyone that can identify with the journey i was on. Anything is possible. Nothing is impossible.