Today is the one-year anniversary of the day I found out I was pregnant. It's also Camden's four-month birthday. (For those of you who, like me, aren't into the math, that means Camden was born eight months to the day after I found out he existed.)
It's 3:30 p.m. This time last year, I still had no clue. Later that night, I would go the-guy-I'd-been-seeing's house, and he would proceed to dump me for God.
Yes, dear readers, I was dumped for God. I suppose if you're going to be dumped for someone, it should be for the person who created mankind and the world. But it still kinda sucked. I wasn't in love with him, but I did have feelings for him. But, he went on some sort of church retreat and came back saying that God told him he should end things with me.
This time last year, a few hours from now (I think it was around 7 or 8), I had the realization. The four-letter word.
Julie and I went to Wal-Mart. I honestly didn't think for one second I was actually pregnant. I bought the test for reassurance.
We got back to Julie's house, and I had no qualms about taking the test. Like I said, I really didn't think it was possible, let alone likely.
But the test came back.... positive? No way. Really? Positive? No way.
Julie and I laughed for what seemed like hours. I was in shock, in disbelief, and I think Julie was feeling a little bit of the same.
A couple of hours later, after our heads were spinning with thoughts, confusion and, still, shock, I went home and crawled into bed.
No. Couldn't be.... No.... Surely not. The test was a fluke.
First thing the next morning, I went to the doc-in-the-box.
"Congratulations," he said. I was still in shock. A big part of me was thinking this couldn't be happening. Naw... surely not.
Then, the doc said, "Is this good news?"
I kind of chuckled as it sank in. I didn't know how to answer him, so I paid my bill and left.
Now, I've got the most amazing little baby boy. I wouldn't trade him for anything. And, honestly, I wouldn't trade how it happened, either. Sure, being a single mom sucks lots of times, especially in dealing with all the court crap and the emotional issues Camden will face throughout his life. But I know it's what was meant to happen.
I'm not very religious. I don't even consider myself extremely spiritual. Sure, I believe. But most of all, I trust. I trust God. I trust fate. I trust the stars. Whatever I trust, I know that everything happens for a reason, as cheesy as that may be. I know that life never works out as planned. This is my life. This is Camden's life. It's what we do with it that makes us who we are.