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February 14 2019 I found out I was pregnant. My husband and I were so excited we immediately told everyone February 18th I started bleeding and went to the er and they said it was a chemical pregnancy I was heart broken I fell in love with the baby I thought I would have.

March 28th 2019 I found out I was pregnant again. And then on my 11 week ultrasound we found out baby died at 9 weeks. I was given the pills and I passed baby in my childhood home. It was very traumatic and I ended up with a pelvic infection 5 days after, I ended up staying with my parents for 2 weeks because I was so broken and I needed to be taken care of (my husband came and spent time with me but he had to stay with our dog and work)

July 22 2019 I got a faint positive test I called my obgyn we did a blood test and my levels were at 30 and the nurse told me not to get my hopes up. I cried for two days. Went back and my levels were at 186. I’m currently 34 weeks with my rainbow baby boy! In a weird way I’m glad I had that heart break because it made me grateful for every second of being pregnant. Today marks one year of being pregnant, and his due date is March 28th 2020. Never give up hope. God is real 💙💙

Here’s to being one year pregnant ❤️❤️