Something strange has been going on. Let me preface this with the background info that I grew up with three younger siblings and LOVE children. I've always wanted to be a homeschooling mother with lots of kids; there was literally nothing I wanted more (besides Heaven, of course!) I wanted it so badly that I was terrified God would call me to be a nun. So I was married at 25 and hubby and I tried right away, but it took me 1.5 years and two miscarriages (one of them was a 2.5 month long agony that put me in the ER three times with major blood loss and blood transfusions, with very perplexed doctors) to finally conceive my 7-year-old son. I then experienced infertility for four years, including another miscarriage. One day I heard that the relics of St. Maria Goretti would be in town, so I went with my son and husband and stood in the hours-long line to see her/touch the glass containing her relics. I was planning to ask her for something related to my husband. When I was almost there, I saw a lady approaching each person in line, holding their hand and praying, "May God bless you and your children." When she reached me, she prayed, "May God bless you, your children, and all those yet to come." She squeezed my hand and looked very meaningfully into my eyes then moved on. She didn't say that last part to anyone else, as long as I could hear. I was very moved by this, and when I reached the relics and touched the glass, I felt something kind of move through me and found myself asking St. Maria Goretti if I could please have no more miscarriages, as I felt my heart could handle no more. When we were driving home, I asked my husband what he'd prayed for. He said, "Well, I was going to ask for something else, but when I touched the glass, I suddenly decided to pray that you'll stop having miscarriages." I then told him what happened to me, and we were amazed! And indeed, I have had no more miscarriages. Fast forward through meeting Cardinal Burke and him holding my hands and praying for me to have more children, and me finding the courage to have surgery to remove endometriosis, to me visiting Medjugorje for the 2nd time. I wasn't feeling well, and sent my husband and son up Cross Mountain while I stayed in the hotel. I was so sad, praying again that I could have more kids. I remembered that Vicka had healed people before, and suddenly I felt compelled to go sit on the front step of her house. I knew I wouldn't be able to see her, but I felt my proximity to her might lead to my healing. I sat on the step and prayed that she would know I was out there and pray for me. Within seconds, an elderly Irish lady approached me, asking for directions to a restaurant. I told her I didn't know, but she recognized me because I'd taken her picture for her earlier at Mass. She was so funny and happy and started telling me her life story, that I had the same name as her daughter, that she'd only come at the last minute and felt she was meant to meet me. So I opened up and told her my plight and why I was sitting there. She told me I would have more children, because she would pray for me with great faith and perfect confidence in God. She gave me so much hope, and walked off, calling back, "But don't blame me if you have 10 kids!" Three months later, I was pregnant with my daughter. Nine months after I had her, I was pregnant again, with my current 11-month-old son. God is so good! So that's the back story. Now for the strange thing happening lately. A few months ago, I dreamed I was with multiple family members, and they were all talking about their perfect families with two kids each. They all were looking at me with expectancy and congratulations that I wouldn't be having any more kids, which left me feeling unsettled. My husband and I went inside the hotel we were staying at, and I told him I still wanted to have more. He agreed. Just then, a little girl came to the door, looking terrified, and said, "They're coming for you." At that moment, I felt the strongest presence of evil I've ever felt in my life, and I turned to see several dark, beastly-looking men I immediately knew to be demons rushing toward me. I turned and ran down the hall, but they were gaining on me, until I stopped, turned around and faced them. They indicated that I was pregnant with my 4th child and they were here to kill me so I couldn't have him/her. I began praying the Hail Mary, and a light shone out from my belly. The demons stopped in their tracks and looked extremely nervous, with their eyes darting around, and I could feel Mary approaching. They turned on their heels and fled. Then I woke up. Several weeks ago, I dreamed that my husband and I decided to conceive our 4th child, and evil people began crawling out of the woodwork to attack us. A few weeks later, I dreamed that we were going to try to conceive our 4th child, but my husband suddenly became afraid of the stress of having more children, and he refused. Last night, the devil spoke to me in a dream, trying a new tactic. He told me that he's the one trying to convince people to have big families, so that the world will be overpopulated and suffer. He said he wants people to have big families so that they'll be prideful and think they're better than others. I woke up confused for a moment, until I realized he was lying and it was a trick. So there it is. For some reason, the devil REALLY doesn't want me to have a 4th child, and it is very weird to me how much he's going out of his way to try to stop it. I'm feeling overwhelmed by my children a lot lately, too, like it's too much and I don't have enough patience and peace to be a good mother to them, let alone more... My husband is feeling the same way. But we both have not lessened in our resolve to have as many kids as God wants us to have. My fertility hasn't yet returned after this baby (I still breastfeed him a lot), but when it does, we will give God the opportunity again. Please pray that we don't find ourselves subconsciously avoiding through stress, or being attacked in some way, because if the devil is this determined to stop this baby from coming, it must be very important to have him/her.