In 2010 I found out that I had Ovarian Cancer after my C Section with my 2nd Kiddo.They removed the ovaryand my doctor told me he didn't want to put me on BC because of the hormones and use breastfeeding as a natural form of BC. In April 2012 I delivered my 3rd kiddo (fyi that breastfeeding s*** don't work for everyone). I begin my treatment for Ovarian Cancer with deadly side effects including Blood Clots in my lung. After treatment I was told if I wanted to get pregnant again I would have to use <a href="https://glowing.com/glow-fertility-program">IVF</a> my egg reserve was basically depleted. So just when I accepted my infertility and the fact I would never have a girl, I decided to focus on other things. I was so determined to get my snatched waist and plump butt back that I was going to the gym in the morning, working out at night, and eating healthier. Then I could barely stomach certain smells. I thought we had a Meth Lab in my neighborhood because I smelled rubbing alcohol and once I mentioned it to my husband he joked about me being pregnant. So I joked and bought and test and it came back positive.

My reaction...

The test...

My husband...

Me

God...