Name: Samantha
Age: I'm 23, my husband is 24.
Children: One boy. His name is Hunter.
Status: Happily married for 4 1/2 years.
Occupation: I'm a stay at home mom. My husband is in the Australian Army.
Religion: Pagan.
My story: Well my husband and I have been trying to fall pregnant for almost 2 long years. Funny how we actually decided, we were watching Will & Grace one night and in the show they decided to have a baby together. We just looked at each other and asked at the same time if either one of us wanted a baby. Well, I started to cry because I have wanted a baby for some time. I felt something was missing. Scott (My husband) just hugged me and told me that he has trying to get me'accedently' pregnant for years. (LOL sneaky man). So that's how we decided to have a baby. We got a little ahead of our selves and ran out to get baby stuff right away, we had no idea it would take 2 years to actually fall pregnant. It was awful.
December the 31st of 2007, New Years Eve. I took a pregnancy test because I was late, and I finally got those two pink lines I had been hoping for. We celebrated all night, Scott was so happy that I had him crying on my shoulder (Yes drunk) telling me how happy he was. But that happiness soon shattered the next day when I got my period. I got rushed into hospital were they did all the blood tests and that afternoon they told me that I wasn't pregnant anymore. It broke our hearts. Scott was due to leave for Afghanistan the next month, we couldn't try again for another 6 months. It almost destroyed our relationship.
Well Scott left for Afghanistan on the 25th of Jan, leaving me behind once again, alone, and with a tear between us.
Two weeks had passed. After a miscarriage I never thought I would be pregnant, so I didn't even bother noticing I was one full week late for my period. I was getting low cramps and I was in the most fowl mood, I was sure they were coming soon. After a few more days and the low cramping continued with no period I thought I might as well take the test. Even though I was certain that I wasn't. I just couldn't be. Well I wasn't going to waste money so I got a test from a friend, I was so positive that it would be negative and I had spent so much money on them in the past. Well I went to the toilet and did my thing, two pink lines came up onto the stick immediately. It took about two seconds, I didn't even get a chance to finish peeing. They were so dark, nothing like the first one I took a month ago. I was so exited, but I had no way in telling Scott the good news. I had to wait until he could call me. Like as if he could hear me, he called me that night and I was able to tell him the good news. In all honestly, he didn't believe me. He didn't believe me until I sent him a video of the ultrasound, that was 4 months after. I didn't believe it myself to be honest. It was too surreal.
Well Scott came home on the 7th of July, a little earlier then expected, a day before my birthday! And now we are waiting for our little miracle to come and he has brought me and Scott closer together then we have ever been in our lives. Not long to go!

Congratulations.
Welcome Hunter can't wait to see the pics