The day I found out I was pregnant was a moment I hope to never forget.
With my husband downstairs and I decided to go “shower,” knowing that I couldn’t recall the last time I had my *time of the month.* I turned on the shower in hopes that he couldn’t hear me fumbling around trying to unwrap the pregnancy stick for about the 3rd time since we got married. Ever since we got married, we kept praying/hoping we were “with child.” Within seconds of sprinkling magic dust on the stick, it immediately showed the cross…I was officially PREGNANT!
I burst into tears and did a happy dance, silently, as I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. Clearing off my tears, finding some remote composure, I calmly went downstairs, to greet my husband with a smile. “Doodle, guess what?” (we call each other Doodle, no idea where it came from, just sorta happened one day)… “what’s going on?” he said. “I’m pregnant!!!”
With tears in his eyes, he was astonished, but ecstatic all the same. We hugged and took in the moment, and immediately he wanted to share the news with the world – precious! I had to keep him on lock down minus our immediate family, so we could do the typical Pinterest-y “We’re pregnant!” picture. Here’s ours:
When I was a tiny tot, around 5 years old, I was diagnosed with Epilepsy, “a group of neurological diseases characterized by epileptic seizures. Epileptic seizures are episodes that can vary from brief and nearly undetectable to long periods of vigorous shaking.” When I was in elementary school, I had episodes that could be deemed quite embarrassing, one of which involved reading a book to my classmates, looking back at my teacher telling her I didn’t feel very good, and then falling backwards into her arms, waking up on the floor with tears running down my face and students staring at me as though I died.
As I grew older, the episodes came fewer, but the fear of passing out never left. Fast-forward to being in my 20s, discussing marriage and the future, the thought of getting pregnant scared not only myself, but my family as well. The fear of having a seizure while pregnant, where you risk falling or cutting off oxygen, potentially harming the life of your unborn, definitely haunted my thoughts.
Luckily for me, I had recently had my appendix almost erupt. Sounds odd, I agree, but it proved something to myself – I could handle anything if I set my mind to it, and learn to, “Let go and let God.” I proved to myself that although walking into a hospital normally makes me immediately want to pass out, that if I set my mind to it, I could handle the needles, IV’s, laying in a hospital bed, etc.
Today, I am 39 weeks and 5 days pregnant, scheduled to be induced this Thursday, and although I should have fear, fear of having a seizure, fear of labor, fear of the possibilities of things going wrong, I have faith instead. Faith in myself, that I can handle anything I set my mind to, and Faith that God will be right by my side.
This pregnancy has been an absolute blessing for me:
- No seizures
- Very little nausea
- Only a few days of exhaustion
- No bleeding/spotting
- Perfect blood pressure
- Normal baby growth
- Normal weight gain – Gained about 30 lbs
- Very active baby
- Little discomfort
I’m not saying I haven’t had moments where I’m in pain, as my feet definitely swelled up at the 9th month mark, look at these puppies! (I’m down to 2 shoes I can wear!)
No it’s not all Sunshine and Roses, but overall, it’s been by far one of the best, most magical moments of my life, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world! I’ve taken it one day at a time, and with the help of my husband and support of my family & friends, I’ve learned to Count My Blessings, because pregnancy is a miracle of which God has allowed me to enjoy.
If you’ve read this far, thank you for listening. I hope you find the joys in life, like I’m learning to. Baby steps. In time, you will look back, and see all the blessings that this life has given you.