My name is Cindy, I'm 35 years old and have beautiful kids, and a grandson. I'm engaged to the best man in the world, John, and we're expecting a little girl on Dec 14th. On Feb 2nd of this year we lost our first child together, Lily Hope. Lily would've been my 5th baby, and John's first. I had an ultrasound at 16 weeks due to some spotting and we found out that she had stopped growing at 12 weeks. We were heartbroken, and decided not to try again because we were just too scared of what might happen.
On June 12th I went to the doctor for what I assumed was a kidney problem and was shocked to find out that I was pregnant. My Fiance was out of town on business and wasn't due back until late the next night. I was a nervous wreck, and managed to get an ultrasound done the next morning, hoping to make sure that everything looked okay before I told him. I got an even bigger surprise when I was told I was 14 weeks!!
I was so nervous that night, waiting for him to get home, that I wrote him a letter because I wasn't sure if I'd be able to get the words out. When he got home, I handed him the letter and ran lol. I came back about 20 minutes later to find him dumbfounded but thrilled. We talked and discovered that we both really wanted a baby but were too afraid of letting the other know.
I'm 23 weeks now and it hasn't been an easy pregnancy but she's hanging in there. So far, all the tests show that she's healthy and strong.