Five years ago, I heard the dreaded words no woman wants to hear.
I couldn’t have kids…
At least not unless I spent a lot of time and money in the doctor’s office.
At only 22 it was a hard pill to swallow, I had dream names picked out, I knew I wanted a little girl in dance or a little boy that played soccer. At 22 I should have been excited and looking forward to having a family with my then husband, but life had other plans for me.
After a lot of soul searching I came to terms with knowing I would never have a little bundle of joy of my own blood.
Maybe I would foster.
Maybe I would adopt.
I worked a lot, I got divorced, (for other reasons), I moved, I moved again, I got on with my life and I went back to school to learn a new trade and better myself.
It’s funny how life works out. At 22 I was devastated, heartbroken, I thought that I WAS BROKEN.
Turns out that maybe life just knew better, maybe life was waiting for the right time to send me the miracle it knew I so desperately wanted but never thought I could have.
Because three months ago. I took a test.
It was a joke. I knew it would be false but I also knew I had to rule it out for the Dr. before he would do any more testing to figure out what was wrong.
And then you see it wasn’t.
It wasn’t false.
That little plus sign stared back at me and I thought I was losing my mind. I even reached for the instructions like I wasn’t 27 and didn’t know how pregnancy tests work. HAH
Joke was on me.
Because miracles do happen.
And my little miracle is due this New Year’s Eve.
HI! I'm Veronica and I'm the voice behind the blog. I love red wine, tacos and coffee after 5 pm. I'm a local Photographer by day & by night I host monthly Girls Night Out Events and Networking Socials around town. I'm a West Coast girl living in an East Coast world and I couldn't love it any more. Thanks for visiting Pensacola Housewives!