The doctor looked at us both in our eyes and told us that we were 99.9% infertile. My world felt like it crashed down on me. It was a journey I never expected to undergo. My husband on the other hand had steadfast faith and kept reassuring me, saying, “We will have our children! God promised it, He will do it!”
That said, this whole infertility nonsense has given my relationship with God a run for its money. Between negative pregnancy tests and an endometriosis diagnosis, I have gotten a little angry at Him. I have cried out, fallen on my knees and silently screamed to Him over the past eight years, wondering where on earth He is. My faith, friends, has been shaken up.
