Before anyone sees these tests and freaks out, IM NOT PREGNANT AGAIN. Those are old. On to the point of this post... which will be a LONG one FYI.

A year ago (today in Guam, tomorrow in the states) I was having lunch with my sister, brother in law, aunt and uncle in Tallahassee. I ordered delicious lobster ravioli and it took about 5 minutes for me to feel like I was about to hurl all over the table. I thought “well that’s really odd.. maybe it’s just a bad day.” I continued to feel off the rest of the day. That night, I had a dream that I took three positive pregnancy tests. When I woke up, I was like 🧐 I’m supposed to start today (TMI, but we’re all adults). Wouldn’t you know I happened to have the two dye tests pictured on hand. When they both showed a faint positive, I started freaking out. My mom said she couldn’t see it so I said what the heck let’s go grab a digital. So we did.. And it took maybe 30 seconds for the “pregnant” to pop up. I was right around 4 weeks along, scheduled for my first ultrasound at 8 weeks.

For those who don’t know, I found out I was pregnant December 17, 2014. Unfortunately, I miscarried New Year’s Day 2015 around 6 weeks gestation, I didn’t even make it to the first ultrasound appointment. I don’t include this as a sad thing necessarily, though it was probably the most heart breaking thing I’ve ever been through, but the date is an important part of this whole story.

At 7 weeks with Silas, I started having some issues that led me to believe I might be miscarrying again, so I got to have an ultrasound a week early. Luckily, they found him nestled snug as a bug and perfectly fine. Originally I was told my due date was December 21. After having that ultrasound they found I was a tad further along and gave me a new due date of December 17... You can imagine it took everything in me not to bawl like a baby right there. I was expected to have my rainbow baby on the same day I found out I was expecting my angel baby ❤️❤️😫😫. I went into labor on the 17th and he was born the 18th. I knew if I had a boy, he’d be named Silas because that name means “asked for” and boyyyyyy was I asking.

And here I am now with a beautiful, sassy, cuddly little bug of a 4 month old that I asked and begged and pleaded and prayed and cried for and he’s everything I could’ve hoped for plus infinity.

(If you stuck through the whole story thank you and you da real MVP).