The day I found out I was pregnant is one I’ll never forget.
I had just gotten back from celebrating New Years in Vegas, and was still feeling what I thought was hungover. But how? I’d only had 3 drinks my whole Vegas trip and rested the whole day after.
On Jan 1st, me and my girls went to a massage parlor and I noticed that my boobs were unusually tender. I excused it by thinking that the masseuse was too rough on my back and that my period was probably about to start. No biggie.
The next day I drove us back to LA. One of the other girls on the trip was pregnant and I remember thinking about how carefully I needed to drive since I had an unborn child in the car. Little did I know there were 2.
A few days after I got back, still feeling nauseous, tender and non-menstrual, I decided to take a pregnancy test. I had taken one before in life and never got a positive reading so I thought this wouldn’t be any different. I called my friend and told her I was about to take the test.
I sat down on the toilet, peed on the stick and waited a minute before looking at it. My friend and I carried on conversing about life etc. until I looked at the test again and stopped my friend mid-sentence screaming “OH MY G*D, IT SAYS I’M PREGNANT!!”.
I couldn’t believe it.
I mean it’s not like I was celibate, but I didn’t think I would have actually gotten pregnant! I once again, tried to excuse it saying that the test could be wrong. I made an immediate appointment at Planned Parenthood to take a “more legit” test hoping they would tell me I had received a false positive result. I find it ironic that Planned Parenthood calls themselves that- considering that the majority of the pregnancies they test for are unplanned but I get it I guess.
I got to PP and waited for what felt like 5 hours in a busy waiting room while the employees had an emergency meeting about who knows what and only saw one patient at a time. When it was my turn to be seen I felt relieved and extremely nervous at the same time. I finally peed in a cup for them and waited for my results. A few minutes later the doctor came into the room and said (in the most non-chalant tone)
“Your test results came in and you’re pregnant”.
I demanded another re-test and got a re-confirmation. I was undoubtedly pregnant.
Did I mention I was also newly single from a 5 year relationship that I was so desperately hoping would rekindle?
On one hand, I was happy. I’d always wanted to be a mom and knew I would be one day (will cover this in another post), but on the other hand I thought things like “But now God? Why now? Why ME right NOW? Shouldn’t I be married, and employed first? Or at least in a healthy relationship with someone? I can’t do this- this isn’t MY life”. This wasn’t apart of the plan- but neither was breaking up with the man I (wrongfully) loved more than myself or losing my job in the first place.
After a couple weeks of battling myself back and forth and asking myself these questions I realized that this WAS apart of the plan, not mine, but God’s. Those two words “You’re Pregnant” that I thought made me weak, soon became my strength.
A few months later my grandpa on my dads side passed away. It’s crazy now to think about how we lost one life and in the same instance, are gaining another. My dad confessed to me that his excitement about being a grandpa helped him cope with the passing of his father. I would have never guessed that I could be there for my dad in this way while he suffered such a great loss, but God knew. It was a part of the (unplanned) plan all along.
Most of my challenges in life have been unplanned. But enduring these challenges has made me fearless in the face of adversity.
I’ve learned that the key to overcoming the “unplanned” is endurance. There’s a quote that says that endurance is concentrated patience (Thomas Carlyle). Be patient and trust God’s timing knowing that nothing is coincidental. Everything planned or unplanned happens for a reason.