Hello, names Kim. Im 34, currently 9wks6days pregnant with my second baby. I just wanted to take a moment and reflect on what a miracle it is that I was able to get pregnant for a second time.

I was always told from a very young age that, because of the severity of my PCOS I would probably never be able to have kids on my own.

When I got pregnant with my daughter, I waited for 2 months, believing it was the flu or a bad bug I couldn't get rid of. Even though I was throwing up non-stop. I was passing out before I finally broke down and went to an ER. I was so dehydrated and pale. They yelled at me for waiting so long to come in, and they told me I was 12wks pregnant. I couldn't believe it. I don't mean in a shocked oh wow, no I literally didn't believe them. I told them I couldn't get pregnant, they had to show her to me on the ultra sound before I would believe them.

I was just barely 21. I was put on a HR pregnancy, because of the PCOS. She was born by emergency c-section on Aug 11 2009.

Her father and I split when she was 3. I started dating my now husband. And for a long time it was just the three of us. My husband and I relationship got more serious, we got married and decided we wanted to try to have a baby of our own. I thought I was able to do it once, our daughter was 6-7. Good age for siblings.

We tried for 6yrs and were never able to make it happen. We tracked the periods, but with the PCOS it made things erratic and hard to predict. We ended up having to stop trying. It was killing us. We decided if it happened it happened. If it didn't, we still had our daughter.

We went on this way for a long time. Just the three of us. I had put the idea of babys out of my mind. I'll be 35 this year, too old some say, to be having kids.

In Sep 2022 my husband and I moved to AZ, which is a huge difference from where we were in MO. We moved around a little bit before settling in with his grandparents. They are elderly and needing help. So we moved in to help them out.

It was the early part of March, and I started to not feel well. Tired and sick. I thought it was a flu or bug so I kept myself away from the old people. After 3 days of non-stop vomiting my husband dragged me to a clinic to get checked out, make sure it wasn't something more serious.

I get there and they do the standard pee test to start. They came right back and said, yeah your pregnant. I couldn't believe it, 10yrs and we couldn't get it done. We move and WHAM pregnant.

Still hard to believe. Daughter will be 14 this year, and couldn't be more excited to be a big sister. My husband and I are still a little in shock too. ❤❤