Two weeks before I found out I was pregnant, I took a test. 

"Mama - what's this?" Annessa asked while waving the home pregnancy test around like a magic wand.
 "Don't, don't, don't!  Put it down!  That's a test to see if there is a baby in Mama's belly."
"Well, what does it say?"

I looked at the test for the fourth time - hey, maybe if I stared hard enough I could see that vertical line faintly appearing over the horizontal one....No such luck.

"It says, 'Not this time'" I saw the disappointment in her eyes.  The same disappointment I would see in Rich's eyes a few minutes later. 

"Well, then we have to pray," she said matter-of-factly as she knelt down and assumed the position. "God, the next time my mom takes a test, PLEASE let it say there is a baby in her belly.  Amen."

 I was ashamed and proud all at the same time.  Why wasn't my first response when I saw that the test was negative to pray?  Instead, my first response was, "Didn't think so - figures..." 

"Mom, why isn't God giving us our baby?"
"He will - He just needs to make sure it's the right time."
"I know!  Maybe He is making our baby right now!  Or maybe he is busy making babies for other people."

Brilliant.  Perfect.  Absolutely.  She just knows God's heart...

The next test I took was positive.

(P.S. I am due November 24th - we certainly will have a lot to be thankful for!)