I lost my first pregnancy in 2015 at 8 weeks and still to this day, it is the hardest thing I've had to go through. I had already picked out a name, told my whole family, and completed a registry. I was so ready to be a mom. My relationship with the babies dad ended and I focused on getting my life together in a new state.

Fast forward to this year...

My boyfriend and I have been planning to get married and start a family (in no particular order) and had even stepped up our TTC game when I started using the ovulation tests and preseed. Each month when my period came I became increasingly concerned about my ability to even have children and I was ready to give up. I had heard so many things about difficulties conceiving due to my O+ blood type and how my boyfriend's B- blood type would make it nearly impossible. We decided that we would finish out this box of ovulation tests and then give it a break.

On September 12th of this year my great grandma (who is also my Godmother) passed away. Her and I were extremely close and this loss was a huge for my family but I knew that she was finally at peace after suffering for months on end. It was extremely hard to say goodbye but I knew that God needed her more than we did. After driving 32 hours back home from the funeral by myself I was exhausted and distraught but I stuck to our plan and took the ovulation tests. My second to last test was a negative and my very last test was a high. We tried both days and the two following days and then we didn't think much else of it.

I was three days late before I let my boyfriend in on it since I was thinking there was a good chance that it was just stress. On the fourth day I told him to keep praying because we were still late and we went out with some friends to celebrate my boyfriend receiving some big news at work - of course I was the DD since we knew there might be a chance - and we had a great time! I woke up the next morning before he did and decided that it couldn't hurt to take a test. I peed and waited...

And prayed...

And waited some more...

IT WAS POSITIVE Y'ALL!!

I started crying instantly and I'm also pretty sure I had a mini heart attack but I had to pull it together because it was time to tell my man!

I'd always wanted to do the whole cutesy surprise reveal and have it recorded any everything until I realized that this is what we have both been wanting for so long that it didn't matter how I told him. It would always be special and perfect to us so I go and lay on him in bed and tell him to hold me. He must have thought that I needed a hug because I was sad since he woke up to hug my tight and ask if everything was okay. I told him it was and sat up to clear my eyes. He asked again and I showed him the test with tears in my eyes and shook my head yes.

His response: "YOU'VE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME!" with a smile from ear to ear and I replied, "Well, we can see what my grandma's been up to in Heaven!" ❤️