The last time I wrote a blog post it was freeing.
After sharing my experience with you all I felt a weight lifted from me. There was this blanket of disgust and anger that came off. It even helped gain motivation to finish paying off that final ER visit.
To my surprise shortly after that post my husband and I found out we were expecting again.
To be completely honest I was so nervous to take that pregnancy test because of the many negatives I had seen before.
I decided to take the first test on May 18th. I remember telling my husband “okay, I’m going to take it just because.” I was only a few days late but deep down that feeling of knowing that I was pregnant again was there.
I took the test and I placed it on the ground. I walked away and waited the five minutes that they tell you to wait for the results. I walked back into the bathroom picked up the test without looking at the results and walked over to my husband’s bedside.
I uncovered the results, and it was positive.
I was so happy but yet again I had had a false positive before. My husband said, let’s wait 5-7 days and take another one.
I’m not going to lie I counted down the days and wanted them to go by quickly! I wanted to know already if I was indeed pregnant!
Once the Sunday before Memorial Day came I couldn’t wait any longer. I got up that morning and quickly ran to grab the pregnancy test before I headed to the bathroom.
After I took the test I placed it on the ground in front of me and walked away. I let the test sit for the time it said to wait for the result to process. When I went back to grab it, I covered the results again and walked over to my husband’s side of the bed.
I uncovered the result.
Positive!
We were so happy! We were finally pregnant again!
I wanted to tell the world after that but I knew that I should wait. I didn’t even tell my mom or sister which was the hardest thing for me to do since we see them almost everyday. I was only 5 weeks pregnant at the time.
My husband and I decided to tell my mom and sister after the 50 day mark since the last time we had been pregnant it was only for 47 days. It would be like a little milestone for us. I counted down the days for that too. Especially since the morning sickness was already killing me. It is not fun at all, but I’ll leave all that for another post.
I’m so happy to finally share this great news with all of you. I am still a bit nervous and scared because of what I went through with my miscarriage. I don’t think that will ever go away. I’m glad to be surrounded by friends and family who were so positive and caring then and now through this pregnancy. Doing so can be tough especially with everything happening in the world around us at the moment. I’m glad to have them. You know who you are. 🙂
For those of you who are still trying to conceive, please stay positive. I know it is hard to do so but it will happen for you. No matter the process of how you do it…even if you become a foster parent or adopt, you will become a parent.














