B is for barren

barren [bar-uh‚ÄČn] (adj): 1 not producing or incapable of producing offspring; sterile: a barren woman. 2 unproductive; unfruitful: barren land.

In my first post, I referred to Psalm 113:9. It discusses that the barren woman will, at some point, have a happy home and children. The Bible says a lot about barrenness. In fact, there’s five major stories of barren women that stand out. Sarah, Rebekah, Rachel, Hannah, and Elizabeth. 

The one people are probably the most familiar with is Sarah, the wife of Abraham. Sarah was infertile for 39 years before she became pregnant with Isaac at 90 years old. 39 years of barrenness!! And yet, she believed and God answered her prayers. If you don’t know the story of Isaac, definitely look into it. Great stuff!

The story that sticks out to me the most, though, is the story of Hannah. Oh, how I admire her strength. The Bible goes in depth and paints a very clear picture of the pain and agony Hannah endures emotionally as she prays continuously for a child. She gets to the point where she’s in a place of such brokenness that she stops eating. And yet, she still hands it over to the Lord. Eventually she goes on the have SIX children.

Ok, I know. You weren’t expecting a Sunday school lesson while you were here. So why is this important? Allow me to explain.

You see, I relate to Hannah on such a deep level. I have had days where I legitimately could not bring myself to get out of bed. My poor husband would sit at my bedside and stare helplessly at me and hold my hand as he asked me what he could do. I’ve had days where I thought I couldn’t do this for even another second. Days where I’ve yelled, screamed, and shouted at God. I’ve questioned His goodness because how could He do this to me, His child? Didn’t He love me? Of course He does. There’s nothing that I have done or ever will do that will change His steadfast love for me. 

Still, I got to a point where I was broken down to probably my lowest level. And that night, a very dear friend and amazingly strong sister in Christ got very real with me. She told me truths I didn’t like hearing. I almost hung up on her. I cried and I got filled with absolute anger toward her. She had the audacity to tell me that I didn’t trust God, even though I said I did. How could she say such mean things to me? What did she know, anyways!? You know that saying about the truth hurting? Yeah, that. 

Turns out, she was right. And I slowly took the advice she gave me that night. Bit by bit, I chipped away at the wall I’d built. My death grip on the illusion of the control I had slowly started to loosen. There’s a quote I encountered during that time that will forever stick with me. “In order for God to show us He is in control, He has to put us in situations we can’t control.” Obviously there’s a special “Mallory” clause that states that you also have to have a friend get really real with you on top of that because you’re just too stubborn to let it go, but that’s beside the point. 

*pause. This is one of my favorite photos from our wedding. Praying right before the ceremony with one of the biggest prayer warriors I know!*

So where do I stand now? Well, I’d say my wall is nearly gone. There’s just enough between God and I that I can reach out to Him and allow Him to hold my hand, but I just need to step over that last couple rows of brick so that we can walk side by side.

I’m so very blessed that we have an absolutely incredible support system. I’ll tell ya, there won’t ever be a child more loved or covered in prayer than our baby will be. I get to know some of the strongest prayer warriors this side of Heaven, and they’re praying for OUR baby. A baby that has been chosen for us by God, whom He has shown me in my dreams. And allow me to be very clear: no thing and no one in this world has the power to put a stop to what God has already set into motion. No weapon formed against us shall prosper. Why? Because our God is a big God, and guess what? We’ve read the back of the book. Spoiler alert: God prevails! Our miracle is coming, ready or not, like it or not. We just have to wait a little extra and work a little harder to get our baby. But we WILL get her.

Fortunately, I am in good company in my barrenness and waiting. Countless strong women (and men) have gone before me, and they survived. That’s because barrenness isn’t forever, it’s just for now. You see, when God created the world, He created it ALL. When He said “it is finished,” He MEANT it. He didn’t say “this is a work in progress,” He said it was done. That means He knows the very moment of conception of our miracle. The moment she will take her first breath. The moment of her first step, first laugh, first word, who she will marry, all of her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. He knows ALL of those things! I need only to wait. “The Lord will fight for you, you need only to be still.” -Exodus 14:14

Fruitful thoughts,


Hello, my name is..

Oh, hey there.

It had been suggested to me on more than one occasion to start a blog. After being assured that at least one person is interested in reading what I have to say, I said “why not?”

I guess that leads me to why I’ve started a blog. It’s simple, really. And also really, really complicated. “It” is infertility. If you, too, are familiar with a reproductive endocrinologist or want to learn more about what the heck that is, you’re in the right place. So then, I guess this means I should introduce myself for those of you who are new here, huh?


My name is Mallory and I am 25 years old. I’m happily married to my awesome husband, Josh, who is almost 28. He is otherwise known as “that guy with the beard.” We live in a small town in Indiana with our four (yes, four) dogs: Freckles, Max, Peanut, and Leia. We also own a cat named Bandit, or as we like to call him, Kitty. We were married August 6, 2016 and started trying right away. We knew it would be difficult to conceive, but it became very clear, very quickly just how big of an understatement that was. To paint the picture for you, let’s take it back a few years.


After a five year battle, I was officially diagnosed with stage four endometriosis when I was 18 years old. It was so extensive that 2 weeks after surgery, my doctor flat out told me I’d be lucky to ever get pregnant. However, if I DID want to get pregnant, I’d need to try sooner rather than later. I was young, dumb, and unmarried so babies weren’t exactly on my mind. I naively continued on my birth control. Collectively, I spent nearly 8 YEARS on the pill. Ask me now how I feel about birth control and its effect on the body, I dare you. Hindsight is 20/20, amiright? Anyways, there’s a lot of irrelevant fluff from 2010 to early 2015 when Josh and I met. I can tell the whole story later, but we knew on night numero uno that this was it. A few months before we got engaged, I started tracking my cycles intently. Anyone who knows me knows I’m very educated on the inner workings of the female reproductive system. My current gynecologist once described me as “very astute” and her most “well informed patient.” *insert curtesy here* I say current because the OBGYN I was seeing when we got married is not the same doctor I now see. In fact, I told my previous doctor in 2014 that I thought I had PCOS. Long story short, she essentially told me I was ridiculous for even mentioning it. Spoiler alert: I was right.  ANYWAYS, I called after the wedding to let her know I was having 50-70 day cycles that were extremely irregular and that I needed help ovulating. Wanna know what she did? Not a darn thing. She said “lose some weight and call me in a year.” Mind you, for a woman my age with no known gynecological history, this is a standard response. But she KNEW of my history. However, she still found a generic response to be appropriate for my case. Well, if you don’t know this yet, I’m very strong willed and stubborn. Needless to say, I didn’t like that answer. I sought out my current OBGYN in October 2016, and guess what!? She diagnosed me with pcos in the first week of my being her patient. I was already headed down an awesome road to finding answers.


We started with two rounds of clomid (a drug that aids in ovulation). I responded really well to it, but I didn’t get pregnant. In January we did our first semen analysis and started talking about surgery. Surgery was scheduled for Valentine’s Day, and our results came back from the semen analysis. They weren’t good. We had very poor motility (the way the sperm swim). It was only 10% and she wanted it to be at least 50%. Our counts were great at 34 million, with a minimum being 20 million. We got Josh started on some supplements to see if we could improve the numbers. Those results will come later. I want to take a moment to pause and say that although Josh is fairly open about this half of our infertility journey, I’ve never shared that publicly until now. In fact, very few people knew until now. I guess I wanted to protect him in a way. From what, I don’t know. But I’ve come to the realization that I’m not truly sharing our journey with you all unless I’m honest about that. I am a huge advocate for infertility awareness and part of that is breaking the stigma that it is something to be ashamed of. It’s not! — Anyways, back on track. Surgery showed more endometriosis, definite pcos, and unfortunately completely blocked Fallopian tubes. Doctor felt confident that she got them unblocked and was optimistic about our chances of getting pregnant moving forward. Keep this detail in the back of your mind, it’s important later. Two more rounds of clomid were unsuccessful, and my final round caused painful overstimulation. Josh’s second semen analysis showed 34% motility (yay! Improvement!) and 51 million sperm. Still not ideal, but a huge improvement! Way to go, hubs!! However, I began to feel like something wasn’t right.


I’ll spare you the nitty gritty details of my emotional roller coaster through those months. There were millions of tears, days of utter depression, moments of screaming out to God, physical pain, emotional agony, countless hours of prayer. The list goes on. The only way I made it through those moments was knowing God promised me my baby, and someday I’d get it. And on a day when I’d gotten yet another negative pregnancy test and laid on the couch and sobbed uncontrollably, God spoke to me. He shook me right out of my emotional breakdown and awoke in me the desire for more. More answers, more professional opinions, more options, more, more, more. That day I made an appointment to meet with my first reproductive endocrinologist. A reproductive endocrinologist (RE) is, to put it simply, a doctor specializing in infertility. This doctor agreed we needed help. Clomid wasn’t enough. He said we needed intrauterine insemonation (IUI). Long story short, that idea was okay at first but eventually, it didn’t sit right with me either. That’s not because of my humanly feelings, by the way. God had bigger plans for us, and I just hadn’t hit the nail on the head yet. As always, He showed up to direct my path. By God’s own good design, a friend reached out and recommended her RE from Indianapolis. I did some research and listened to her testimony. I took a leap of faith and scheduled an appointment for 5 days later. When I got there, the doctor confirmed what I knew in my heart. We didn’t need clomid. We didn’t need IUI. What we needed was IVF. My endometriosis and pcos combined were too extensive and too damaging. However, her number one concern was my Fallopian tubes. Remember those? She said they’ll never be properly functioning and it is only a matter of time before they are blocked again. This was our only shot. But it was going to cost us roughly $15,000. How in the world!?


I came to terms rather quickly with the idea of IVF. You see, God has given me peace about it since day 1. We are in the midst of fundraising for this procedure (actually, procedureS, but whatever). Not once have we hit an obstacle or had something stand in our way. God has taught me everything about what it truly means to surrender the things I want to control. Let me tell you a secret: I don’t have control anyways, but I pretend I do. He has never failed me or my husband. He has promised us children. One verse I cling to is Psalm 113:9, which a friend shared with me almost a year ago. It states, “The Lord will give the barren woman a home and make her the happy mother of children, praise the Lord!” Amen!? He has promised us a baby, and He has even gone so far as to give me visions of her face. That’s right, blog page heard it first. HER. I fully expect a baby girl first for the Dull family. We aren’t picky, but the Lord shows her to me often. She’s gonna be gorgeous, and I’m totally not biased. But, for now we just have to wait for the Lord to decide when we get to hold her. I will praise Him through this wait because He is GOOD. He may have assigned me infertility, but He also designed me as a leader. And as it turns out, He needed me to be a voice for those who don’t have one. Because the reality is, an estimated 1 in 8 struggle with infertility. Estimated because not everyone is open about it. So I will gladly be the voice. I will gladly advocate and spread awareness. I will gladly share my story in the hopes of inspiring others. And you bet you tush that I’m going to have one powerful testimony to share one day, and I’m going to do it while holding my miracle baby, sharing the glory and the power of Jesus. Because in all things and all situations, He. Is. Good.

Thanks for reading!

Wishing you blessings,