Three Years

I like to plan things...not so much on a small scale, but on a large one. Though I may not have a plan for the weekend, I usually have a general plan of how I'd like the next year or so of life to go. I think I've always been this way, and the odd thing is that things have usually gone very close to my plan. I've coasted along merrily, with few bumps in the road. That is until Ryan and I decided it was time to have a baby.

Since the time we were married, we knew that we wanted to have a few years of "just us" time. At least I knew that...perhaps Ryan was just being a good sport and went along with my plan. In my plan, we would wait at least two years. As the two year mark came, I decided that having a baby in May would be a great idea, so we would wait to start trying until closer to August, so we could have our May baby. I laugh at my former self now...I really believed it would go just as planned.

When August was just a month away, my first ever major bump in the road arrived in the form of a grapefruit sized cyst in my left ovary. Extreme pain, two trips to the emergency room, and several visits to Dr. Stenzel later, surgery was scheduled for August 27th. How ironic...the month my plan involved getting pregnant. Instead, I had surgery to remove the cyst...and my left ovary, fallopian tube, and appendix, too. Dr. Stenzel assured me the right side looked "good to go" and that this was enough.

Three years later, and I'm looking back at the journey Ryan and I have been through. I wish I had kept a journal throughout...there's been so many hard days, but so many good ones too. I wish I had evidence of them all. So I'm starting now. God has blessed us throughout, and I know without a doubt that only good will come from this experience...as long as I don't get in the way of His good and perfect plan.