Seven years ago on Hubby's b-day I gave him a peculiar gift: What to Expect When You're Expecting. After opening it he looked at me as if to say, "Why did you buy this book? It's for a woman."
We had only been married 2 years and I thought hints worked with him. I was trying to hint that I was pregnant! He was more excited about the gift when he finally figured out he was expecting to be a dad! [Since I've learned that hints don't work.]
Unfortunately, that pregnancy ended with a miscarriage. And began our journey into infertility.
On his birthday in 2003, two years after the above story, my parents gave him a bit of cold hard cash for his gift. Do you know what my hubby bought with it? Our initial adoption fees with Child of the Heart so that we could bring home a Russian infant.
A few months later I laughed when I took a pregnancy test. Mr. Intensity was born in Sept., 2004. His name, JohnIsaac, in part is a memorial to Sarah & Abraham's infertility. They named their first son, Isaac, because they laughed when they became parents in their old age. My paternal grandmother's maiden name is also Isaac.
[side note: at my yearly OB/GYN exam last week, I discussed my temperature charts with my doctor. He said, "I wouldn't give up hope. There's still hope that you could have a baby. You've had 3 pregnancies (2 miscarriages) so that tells us that you can get pregnant; you've carried a baby to full term so you can carry a baby. Don't give up." Yay!]
Today is hubby's birthday. Know what he's doing? Flying to Little Rock to work. Boo.
But! On Wednesday, I will join him there and together we'll meet the birth mother.
Last week, it dawned on me that 3 of my husband's birthdays have been significant in our journey as a family. He is an incredible dad. He is a wonderful husband. I am a rich woman - blessed to be his bride.