I am unstoppable

It’s been a long time since I actually wrote something here and I guess it’s about time that I do. You see, a lot of changes have taken place and I’ve been too caught up in the moment to write things down. So here’s the story..

After I missed my monthly visitor for the 2nd time, I was becoming worried. You’re probably wondering what kind of girl wouldn’t panic after missing just 1 period. You see, I’m anemic and bleeding monthly would actually render me paler than I already am and in desperate need of a blood transfusion (well, I may be exaggerating a bit).

On August 4, 2011, I took a pregnancy test and the result came out positive. Of course, pregnancy test kits that you can get your hands on from just about any pharmacy aren’t exactly a hundred percent accurate, so to be sure, I took 3. All 3 came out positive. And I knew right then and there that there was absolutely no doubt about it—at my tender age, I was about to become a mother.

That same night, I broke the news to JR through the phone. Both of us were actually quite calm while talking about it—but the days to follow tested us in many ways. After the initial shock (I guess we were both stunned), the gravity of the situation finally sank in. For a couple of days, there was a gap in our communication. A confrontation took place which ultimately lead to both of us breaking down in tears. 

We knew what we had to do. We understood what our choice would cost us—but it had to be done. 

To make the long story short, JR and I are now married. But please, don’t rush into the conclusion that we decided to marry just because of our baby. Yes, that’s the primary reason. We wanted to give our baby a family—with both mother and father intact. But we also knew that marriage was inevitable. We decided to get married because we loved each other and we were only waiting for the right time. And what better time than before our child is born?

Of course, accepting this new responsibility came with some difficulties. The world never seems to run out of people who can’t help but stick their noses in other peoples issues. But I knew what to do. Now, I raise my head up high and tell the the truth—I am pregnant and I have nothing to be ashamed of. What kind of mother would I be if I’m embarrassed of my own child? The baby I’m carrying is a gift of love and I thank God for such a blessing. 

This is the start of a new chapter of my life—as wife to the man I love and as mother to my unborn child. I’m proud of the precious situation I am in..

XOXO

-Damie