I sat on the bathroom floor, the positive pregnancy test in my hand. I had been sure I was wrong; after all, I couldn’t be pregnant!!! I had an IUD. I looked up at heaven, “Why God, why me?”
I immediately felt guilty. I’d always believed a child was a gift, and I knew mothers who were fighting to conceive. How could I dread such a blessing?
I stood up, dried my tears and went to tell my husband that we were expecting number six in eight years.
