When Faith Walks with Uncertainty: A Glimpse Into My Fertility Journey

We’ve been trying to conceive our second child for the past two years—and it hasn’t happened yet.

Our first child was unplanned but deeply loved, a blessing we didn’t expect but were so grateful to receive. That’s what makes this journey even more complex—knowing what it’s like to hold that miracle, while hoping for another.

Trying to conceive again hasn’t been easy. The ovulation tracking, the basal body temperature logs, the apps, the calendars—it’s exhausting. And the hope that builds every month, only to be met with disappointment when Mother Nature shows up… it stings, every single time.

I live with fibromyalgia, PCOS, Hashimoto’s, and now I’ve been told I’m prediabetic. I take care of myself—I move my body, I watch my carbs, I’m mindful of what I eat. Sometimes I barely even have an appetite. And yet, the blood work never comes back completely normal. That, too, is disheartening.

Yesterday, we took a new step. We went to our first appointment at the fertility clinic. I’m back on Metformin, which I’m not thrilled about—but I’m willing to try. An ultrasound showed polyps that may be affecting the process. More tests are ahead. More waiting.

Still… I’m trusting the process.

I’m holding space for hope, even as I brace for unknowns. If I am able to conceive again, I’ll rejoice. If I’m not, I will always be grateful that I’ve had the gift of one child, a little soul who changed everything.

This journey has never been one of control. It’s always been one of faith. I can’t predict the outcome, but I can walk forward with peace, knowing that whatever unfolds, it’s held in God’s hands.