For the past year, I have been praying for the right time to have a baby. I know that being in medical school makes the timing and planning a little more complicated, and having kids is no small matter. When we did the pregnancy test tonight, I knew that if it was in God’s plan, I would be pregnant. If not, then we would keep trying and praying, trusting in God’s perfect timing.

Tomorrow is the 10 year anniversary of my ovarian surgery. After William and I got engaged, I asked him how many kids he wanted. Knowing about my surgery, William said, “Wait, you can have kids? I thought that surgery took away your ability to have kids!” Knowing how important kids are to William, I felt loved beyond compare that he wanted to marry me even if I wasn’t able to give him children of our own. And today, we discovered that my surgeon was right, my fertility was spared. Praise God!

Becoming a mother is an exciting but scary endeavor. As a medical student, I learn about the myriad of problems that can occur in the development of a child. While rare, the more I learn, the more common the problems seem to be. Just the same, I learn about the intricacies of embryonic and fetal development. The tiny primitive heart begins to beat at 3 weeks and all major organs are formed by 9-10 weeks. Nothing short of a miracle.

“For You have formed my inward parts, You have covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvelous are Your works and that my soul knows very well. My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.” Psalm 139:13-16