(This post is based on thoughts running through my head a few weeks ago.)
Confession time: last cycle I prayed, I visited a temple, and even fed some cows hoping for blessings. (Ok, maybe that last one was just an excuse so I could feed the cows; I can't help myself.) Heck, I even accepted blessings from a relative that involved us later getting stopped at airport security for trying to carry a coconut on an airplane. Have no idea if it violated the 3 oz liquid rule, if it was a fruit issue, or if they just didn't like the shape of it in my backpack under the x-ray (visions of Spy-vs-Spy dance in my head with little black bombs). I tried to ask my husband, but he wouldn't stop laughing in the security line long enough for me to get an answer (it was in my backpack of course).
All of this is a little profound for me since technically I am an agnostic/atheist. I knew going in that it was wrong to "ask for something" without being a believer, but the pragmatic part of me said "well if there is no such thing as God, then it hurts nothing to ask." Yes, I'm aware of the weird logic that this entails on my part. [As a side note, when I was religious in my younger years I almost never prayed asking for things.]
So I prayed.
Please God, if you just let us have this one pregnancy, I will believe.
And in typical fashion God answered: we had a chemical pregnancy.