If you scroll back far enough in my profile, you’ll see I’m one if those girls that has questioned “faint lines” on tests every month for two years. Thank you everyone for the sympathy participation in my desperate polls.

So, fast forward to September, when I’m talking to a friend who has gotten psychic readings done for fertility stuff. For $25, what the hell, let’s give it a go.

GUYS. IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE.... 🤯

So, I was at the time living in the downstairs apartment at my moms house and we had been desperately searching for our own home to buy. It felt like nothing was working out. I had a feeling that I needed to be in my own house before I got pregnant.

At the beginning of October (Oct 3) I received this reading:

My cycles are usually wonky so I had no way to predict when I would be ovulating two months later.... but literally guys let me break it DOWN.

October 23: we found our house and put in an offer. My cycle ended a couple days later.

November 2-11: our offer had been accepted. We started inspection and walkthroughs. Came to an agreement to move forward with closing.

December 2-12: WAS supposed to be the weekend we closed but we were pushed back and I had taken off four days to move and celebrate my husband’s birthday. So it ended up being relaxing and we only had sex ONCE (the whole month)... that day before his birthday.

December 19: The move out process kept getting pushed back and then FINALLY we were given the clear to close. We went and signed off all the papers and finally owned our home.

So, being a gambling women, I decide to take a cheap pregnancy test that day, and let’s just say it was a faint line, but a line.

December 21: I got the positive digital pregnancy test. I was officially pregnant, as she predicted.

On Christmas I got to tell my husband and some of our very closest friends and family because everyone knows how long I’ve wanted this and we want all the support we can get.

I still can’t believe I’m five weeks pregnant and typing this, but I want you reading this to know that miracles CAN happen and the universe has time for you. You have not been forgotten or dismissed. There is good coming your way if you want it.

Here’s my test from yesterday because I’m still obsessing. And I will be booking my first appointment to see a doctor today at some point (and I’ll guess it’ll be mid January to early February... given the way everything has worked out...)

Baby dust.