The Day We Found Out We Are Pregnant

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Yep, we are pregnant. Currently I'm about 9 weeks pregnant.

You know how when God is trying to tell you something is about to happen by giving you warning signs? Well He knows that I need these warning signs to learn anyways.

I quit my job a week before we found out. We didn't tell my family or anyone for that matter that I was quitting because well I hated it and that was enough for me and Jacob. The warning sign was when I told my sister, Charyse that I had quit my job she said, "I hope you're not pregnant!". That made a little light go off in my head (PING!). But I was only one or two days late. I couldn't be pregnant. We are VERY careful, have been for 3 years.

The second warning sign was when I went to the store with Jacob and said, "Oh, I need to get girly supplies."
His response was, "Why? You're pregnant."

We took the pregnancy the same week. The first one we tried was one of those two pink lines ones. Well there was one really dark line and a VERY faint pink second line. I convinced myself that it was negative. Directly after taking that test, Jacob and I were talking (well he was talking-- I was crying).

My mom called right then. (How does she know!?) It wasn't for that reason.

My dad was in the hospital. She needed me to drive her to her house to get clothes, they didn't know how long they were going to be there. (EEErrrch? You mean it's THAT serious?).

I left shortly after that to drive her. Jacob was left thinking about the possibility that we were pregnant, and I was left with the same thought just clouded by what my dad was going through.

When I returned the same evening, Jacob was waiting with a digital pregnancy test. "Pee on this one."

I did. I couldn't look. A lot had happened that day and I didn't know if I could even read.

"Pregnant" it read.

I was elated, mostly scared (I mean- I didn't have a job and talk about bad timing!), but I was happy too. We have wanted to be parents since day one, given we definitely didn't plan on it, but blessing all the same.

We told my mom the same day, really within the same couple of hours, that my family found out that my dad had cancer.

It's funny how things work out.

I was feeling such a mixture of emotions. I felt guilty for being so happy that we were having a baby and simultaneously feeling horrible for my dad.

Stage three cancer, 5 weeks pregnant. That's all I could think about.

I think that this has really increased my faith. Praying everyday for a faith, healing, and favor for both my dad and praying for health for my sweet baby. Praying that He doesn't take either one from us. 

I'm faithful for the healthy baby. I'm faithful that God is going to heal my dad.