Last night my was third time going to the Saint Gianna Feast Day Mass at her shrine in Warminster, PA. It was my fourth time to the shrine total. I just love it there! It is so peaceful and unassuming, the way I imagine St Gianna was.
I got to sit with St Rita's Roses and her hubby as we celebrated a beautiful Mass. And, of course, knowing that many infertile couples and couples experiencing miscarriage would be coming, they prepared the relics for veneration following Mass.
As we stood for the Gospel, I almost burst out laughing when I realized what reading it was: fruitful vines :) Jesus telling His discliples that if we remain in Him, he will make us fruitful vines, and that any branch that does NOT bear fruit, He will cut off and throw away. (Now, I do understand that Jesus wasn't simply refering to fertility, but still... quite the ironic reading to have at a Mass for the Patron Saint of Infertility/Miscarriage, eh?!!)
Following Mass, DH and I went up to venerate the gloves. In the past two years, when I've venerated the gloves, the lady giving away the prayer cards would tell me to hold the gloves to my womb (I guess it was obvious I was barren, haha). So this year, without prompting, I took the gloves and held them to my womb and prayed. After I put the gloves down, the lady with the prayer cards asked me, "When is your baby due?" Baaaahahahahahahaha!!! I should say I probably look pregnant with my big bloated belly.
I told her, "No, we're not expecting. We've been trying for 5 years."
She felt horrible. But it only got worse from there... "Oh!! ... well, St Gianna has worked so many miracles! - Is this your first time to the shrine?!" she asked with hopeful anticipation.
"No. Our fourth."
"Oh... well... just keep persevering in prayer..." as her voice trailed off.
She felt worse about it than I did, I'm sure ;)
I am still having the weird bleeding early post-Peak, so I have an appointment next Tuesday to speak with my new boss/new NaPro Dr about it. I likely have a saline sonogram in my future...