Hey There Fellow Mamas,
As I sit here beside my sleeping baby girl, a quiet peace fills the room — and with it, an overwhelming sense of gratitude and excitement. Starting this blog feels like the beginning of something beautiful: a space to share my journey through motherhood, the ups and downs of finding health both mentally and physically, and the tender rediscovery of who I am — and who I am with God.
I suppose the best place to begin is with the story of how I became a mama to my beautiful, perfect little baby.
Meeting My Partner:
I won’t go into every detail of our four-year journey together before welcoming our baby, but their daddy plays such an important role in this story. So, I want to share just a little about how — and why — we met.
Blake and I met in a way I’m not particularly proud of, but I truly believe the Lord had His hand on us from the very beginning. He blessed us with grace and quickly guided us away from the path we were on and toward the one He intended for us.
We met in 2021 — arguably one of the hardest years of my life. I had just turned 21 and was still trying to find my footing after a deeply traumatic experience earlier that year involving family members (a story for another time). Around that same time, I found myself being pursued by someone I’d had a crush on since junior high — a man named Joey.
Joey had been my big brother’s best friend since their freshman year of high school. Needless to say, during that season of grief and confusion, I found Joey to be the perfect distraction. Unfortunately, I let him take advantage of my vulnerability in a way I still struggle to forgive myself for. He was my first — in every sense of the word.
After things ended with Joey, I was heartbroken and lost. In that state, I made the impulsive decision to download Tinder — and that’s where I met Blake.
Blake and I matched on Tinder in mid-August of 2021, just a few days before my 21st birthday. At first, he was only meant to be a one-night stand — but we really hit it off, to say the least. I’ve always been a pretty shy and quiet girl, but from day one, Blake was the easiest person to talk to. He quickly became my best friend, even before we made things official.
We met up a few times before deciding to commit, and Blake actually had to ask me three times before I finally said yes. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be with him — I had just been hurt before and was scared to open my heart again. But on September 19th, 2021, we made it official, and I’ve considered him my person ever since.
Two Pink Lines:
Flash forward to November 2024 — Blake and I had never been stronger. We had just accepted new roles as property manager and maintenance manager at the very apartments where we’d lived throughout our relationship — a huge and unexpected blessing. For the first time, we felt truly stable. I had been tracking my cycle for over a year and a half to avoid pregnancy, and it had always worked. But one day, like many couples, we got caught up in the moment, and I didn’t check my cycle until the next day. To my surprise, it turned out to be my day of ovulation. I quickly told Blake, and though we were both nervous, we also knew we were in a place where we could provide for a baby if it came to that. We decided to leave it in God’s hands — and it turned out to be the best decision we’ve ever made together.
Then came December. I knew my period was due in a few days, so on December 2nd, 2024, I decided to take a test — even though I knew it was probably too early. When it came back negative, I was surprised to feel a little disappointed. I set the test down on the small shelf above my bathroom counter and tried not to think much of it. Two days later, on December 4th — the day my period was due — I took another test. I hadn’t noticed any signs that it was coming, and my cycle is usually very regular. By that point, pregnancy tests were nothing new to me; I’d been taking at least two a month since coming off birth control a year and a half earlier. I didn’t even bother setting a timer this time — I just went to sit on the couch and scrolled through TikTok while I waited.
About fifteen minutes had passed, and I had completely forgotten about the test until Blake walked into the bathroom. I suddenly remembered and asked him to grab it for me so I could take a look. A moment later, I heard him call out, ‘Is it supposed to have two lines?’ For a split second, my heart stopped — but then I realized he might have picked up the test I’d left on the shelf two days earlier. I asked, ‘Wait, is that the one on the counter or the shelf? The one on the shelf is old!’ I figured maybe he’d just seen an evaporation line.
As it turned out, he had grabbed the old test — and no, it didn’t have an evap line. He had only been joking, thinking it would be funny to scare me. But when he looked at the correct test… he was the one who got scared. There were, in fact, two lines staring back at him.
I heard him yell, ‘Wait, what? Oh my God!’ I shot up from the couch so fast I nearly lost my balance and ran to the bathroom, where he stood frozen in shock, holding that positive test. Neither of us could find the words — we were scared and excited all at once. Still in disbelief, I made Blake drive to Walmart with me to buy a digital test, just to be sure. And sure enough, the word appeared almost instantly: Pregnant.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Be sure to check back this weekend for Part 2 of My Journey to Motherhood, where I’ll share how we broke the news to our families, how we chose the perfect name, and how this pregnancy brought us closer to God than ever before. The next chapter will be published Saturday, October 25th, 2025!
Question of the Day:
How did you find out you were pregnant? Was it a total surprise, a planned moment, or something in between? And when you saw those two little lines — were you excited, scared, or a mix of both?
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