The week before Thanksgiving, I decided to take a pregnancy test. I had not started my woman cycle since September, but was skeptical since it was irregular. I figured I was just stressed with school and upcoming finals. I bought ONE test, because I was almost certain it was going to be negative. After dinner, I told my husband how it seemed like EVERYONE was pregnant and I was catching the baby fever. My husband had just turned the BIG 3-0 on October 25th, and i was only months away from turning 30. After he went upstairs and I was cleaning the kitchen, I decided I couldn't wait any longer, so I took the test. To my utter surprise, it read POSITIVE quickly! I yelled out to my husband for him to come down stairs. He came and I just showed him the test. I literally had no words for the first minute. He had a huge smile and gave me a hug. I almost started crying. I could not believe it! We weren't even trying for a baby. The chances of me getting preggers was pretty slim in that time frame that it happened. I seriously didn't believe it for the first hour. I wanted to believe it, but it hadn't sunk in.
Let's rewind a bit. I've been pregnant twice, to no avail.
I miscarried my first baby on May 15, 2004. I was about 11 weeks. It was hard, but I now see how things happen for a reason. It would not have worked out with the baby's father and me.
2008: After dating my husband for about 2 years, we found out we were expecting. We had started planning a shot gun wedding. Our families are traditional, but we loved each other anyway and couldn't picture ourselves with anyone else. I was due in early October. The wedding was set for May 24th. I started having cramps and bleeding on May 13th. I went to the doctor and they admitted me to deliver. There was no heart beat. I was induced and had to give birth to a baby at 19 weeks and 6 days. It was a boy and we appropriately named him Angel. His abdominal wall never fully formed and his insides were out. I was able to see him for a few minutes. He was really starting to look at me. It was the hardest times of our lives. I told my fiance, he didn't have to marry me, but he told me he still wanted to. A few days later, on the 17th, my grandpa passed away. As you can imagine, my heart was completely shattered that week. I talked to my family about postponing the wedding, even though everything had been paid for already. But my dad reassured me that my grandpa would have wanted me to go on and marry my soul mate. So we did. The first year of our marriage was the hardest. We fought, I brought up the past often. It was horrible. We got a dog a month after we married. I'd like to think she was God-sent. She gave me a sense of comfort after our loss. I love her so much. My Bella.
Fast foward to today...
May 24, 2013 will be 5 years that we are married. Things have gotten better! I have healed some since our loss, but will never forget him. I am nearly done with my bachelors degree in bilingual education. I should graduate in December 2013. We planned on waiting to try for a baby until close to graduation time. But God had other plans. I am pregnant now and we are SO happy! I am just praying everything come out great. I pray for a healthy pregnancy, delivery and baby n' momma.
This is us, the Castro's. I can't wait to hold our little June bug!
Sincerely,
Celinda (Momma-to-be)
