We celebrate the 4th of July with my family every year. We always have a wonderful time, but last year was very bittersweet for me. I told my mom that I was pregnant but that I was expecting to miscarry.
I'd gotten a couple positives on home pregnancy tests the week before, but had started lightly spotting the evening of the first one. I'd never had any spotting with either of my other pregnancies and as the spotting continues I braced myself for the worst. By the 4th of July I wasn't sure what to think; the spotting was still coming and going but I knew I hadn't miscarried yet. We stopped at the store on the way to my mom's house and I bought another package of pregnancy tests so I could see if they could give me any hope or closure. At my mom's house I got a clear, dark positive; I also had my heaviest spotting/bleeding up to that point. I was stuck on a rollercoaster until I got a phone call from my doctor the next week: my HCG levels were rising and my bleeding finally stopped.
This year I celebrated the 4th of July with my three-month-old baby girl. God is so good! My oldest loved the fireworks this year; my little boy was so tired he didn't even care. I'm looking forward to the years to come with these blessings!
