I sat in my Nurse Practitioner's office complaining of lower back pain and a slight fever. She immediately ordered blood and urine test. A few moments later she reentered the exam room and asked me an odd question: "Are you late?" Misunderstanding the question I immediately answered: "No, I have the day off from work."
She lets out a little laugh and said: "No, I am talking about your period."
I told her that I was not sure because it wasn't time for it. So she told me that if it was late to consider taking a pregnancy test and come to see her. I said okay and left her office.
More than four weeks passed before I remembered my Nurse Practitioners instructions while I was in the drug store waiting for another prescription to be filled. Becoming tired sitting on the fold out chairs I took a walk down the feminine products aisle and began comparing prices on pregnancy tests.
The next morning I stood in the bathroom holding a pregnancy test stick with a bright red plus sign showing in the window.
Still in a state of shock I said a four word prayer: "Lord, I am pregnant!"
The following week my Nurse Practitioner confirmed the results. I was about to become a mother at the age of thirty nine.
Feeling stressed out about the change that was about to occur in my life, at some point, I prayed.
"Lord, I am about to be a mother. becoming responsible for someone else's life when I have been only responsible for mine. I am so afraid and confused. You know what I need Lord. Please help and guide me according to your will. In Jesus name I pray, Amen."
With my hormones raging the stress and apprehension did not ease up over night. However, day by day I was able to handle whatever surprises the first trimester threw at me. Or so I thought.
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