The beautiful miracle we know as Mari.
Keith and I were told we couldn’t get pregnant the old-fashioned way. Between Keith having his issues and me having mine, we were told IVF was the only way I’d get preggers.
I still remember sitting in a Piazza Hut with Keith, my mom, and her husband at the time. A few tables away sat a family with a baby that was big enough to sit in a high chair. I looked at him and yearned to have one of my own. Tears formed in my eyes. My mom looked where I was focused on. She looked back at me and mouthed, “I know.”
The desire to have a baby of my own weighed heavily on my heart. We couldn’t afford IVF. My insurance wouldn’t cover it. Adoption looked to be our only way.
Then in June 1999, I had this one day period. It was very odd. Cramps were minimal and I was completely done with it the same day I started when they normally last a full week. My mother-in-law asked if I could be pregnant. I told her not likely. So we decided I’d take a pregnancy test the next morning to rule pregnancy out.
So what man says is impossible becomes possible with God. My doctor officially confirmed I was on June 12, 1999. That day is one of he happiest of my life as I carried around or little miracle.