Last time, I had these allergies that's been kept for months and I would have to hide myself when I'd check on them. Until one night, my mom saw them as I've lain myself to sleep. So she cleansed them behind her thoughts that I might also be diabetic since both of my parent's side are diabetics. She insisted to bring me to our doctor the next day but was moved to the following day since she would like to go to another diabetologist that will be available on that day. So that whole day, I was hoping and praying that I am not at all diabetic.

Several times before that, my husband and I talked about that issue already. I did research for that illness and shared every information to my husband and we were like putting ourselves in a situation wherein we really didn't hope we would be in. For that instance, we just would like to know what decision to make when it would ever be possible. But behind it all, I already prayed and asked God to let me concieve so I can have my own child and give what my husband longs for--in exchange for my life, for whatever reason...

So, when we reached the hospital, they checked my allergies and prescribed me my medicines. But out of the blue, my mom asked me if I am pregnant so as to regard her concern that the baby would not be affected if I am pregnant. So, they gave me a pregnancy test kit and later found out, it was positive and that I am already an expectant mom.

I didn't know how to describe the feeling. It was mixed emotions of doubt, fear and happiness but I don't mind. All I know and all I care about is my baby whatever happens. He will be my new hope, my new happiness.