From what I understand this is where I am supposed to share with you my favorite food, color, holiday and hobby. I have also taken notes from other blogs and discovered this is also the place for me to share with you about how my life is so dreamy and therefore make you wish you were me. Blah, blah, blah! But let’s be honest. My life is not dreamy and you my sweet friend, are perfect just the way you are.
So take a deep breath and relax. I am just like you and so in this lil ol’ space of mine, you will not find perfection, but instead a bunch of unfiltered life where I share with you all of the messy, amazing, humorous, and sometimes downright ugly parts of being married while unexpectedly raising a foster child and battling infertility. It is real. It is genuine. It is transparent. It is me. But what about me? Who is this woman behind the blog?
First of all, my birth certificate says my name is Elisha, but my Daddyo calls me Punkin Head, my friends call me Wishwa, and my husband calls me Waladog. I live in a small town in Southern Illinois and aside from the 10 quirky facts that you can read about me here, I love Jesus, organizing (I would probably label my label maker if no one would laugh), taking extremely long showers, encouraging others, hosting parties for family and friends, skinny jeans and boots, eating bologna sandwiches with Wavy Lays Hickory Smoked BBQ chips smashed in the middle, and listening to my husband talk about engineering for hours upon hours (oh wait, there is a bit of sarcasm on that last one).
All joking aside, my amazingly handsome, yet semi-nerdy husband is a man of strong moral values with an excellent work ethic. He works hard as an engineer so that I can stay at home with our foster child, Goldilocks, who just turned four. No, Goldilocks is not her real name, but if you could just see and touch those curly locks of hers, you would nickname her Goldilocks too.
My husband and I have been married for 8 amazing years and we yearn for our own children; however due to Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS), we are “challenged” in the fertility department. Over the course of four years, the doctors have given me a 3% chance of conceiving on my own but I know that God is bigger than PCOS or any other doctor’s report, and so through Jesus, I have the faith to believe that despite the odds, I have a 100% chance of having my own biological children. Can I get an amen?!
As a way to keep myself from going crazy as I
patiently wait, as well as to share the faithfulness and love of God as we navigate on this bumpy path of twists, turns and surprises of this thing called life, I have decided to start this blog and call it “waiting for baby bird.” I chose the name “waiting for baby bird,” because that’s exactly what I am doing—I am waiting for our baby bird to come and fill our empty nest (not to mention the fact I love birds and all things related to birds).
I could go on for pages telling you more about me and how I am placing my hope and faith in God to bless us with our baby bird, but you will just have to read through the blog and even take a peek at “Our Infertility Story” in order to get all the juicy details. Details such as our failed IVF cycle, early miscarriage and how I was given the promise of a son (Josiah).
But before I go, I want to thank you for stopping by and I encourage you to like this page on Facebook. Why? So that you can get all of my recent posts, encouraging words, and chances to win my random giveaways delivered right to your news feed. Until then, me and my hunk-a-burnin-love say…