I wasn't sure how to title this announcement so I thought that would be the best description. I will be 15 weeks along on Sunday. My bf and I are very happy ! This is a long story and sad...but with a happy ending!

When I was 16 years I met my b/f. We worked together and a few years later we started to date. We got engaged and for some stupid reason in my youth I thought I needed to date more guys. So I ended our relationship and went our separate ways. Not long after that I met my future horrible husband.

Some history, back in 1999 I was pregnant. My husband was excited by the pregnancy but his temper and drug addiction would lead to some less than savory actions. He grew to be more and violent with me. One night I was driving us home down this dark country road. We got into some stupid fight and he punched me in the stomach. He then grabbed the wheel and we almost slammed into an embankment on the side of the road but luckily I hit the brakes in time. Soon afterwards I had gone for an ultrasound and my doctor was having a hard time determining my due date. I went to so many u/s at that time I can't even tell you how many there were. Finally after about a month we found out that the baby's heart was on the wrong side of the chest (which would have been alright) but then they noticed that all of the organs were growing on the outside of the body. The doctor gave the chance of survival 0%. So we decided it was best to terminate. I was going to take this pill that would terminate the pregnancy at home. My hubby didn't like it but I didn't really care because I didn't want to be in the hospital. By the time we got home my doctor had called and said I was further along than he thought and wanted me to do this in the hospital. So we set that up and I went in on a Friday. The meds that they gave me didn't do anything and the doc said that if nothing happened by Sunday he was going to do a D&E (same as D&C pretty much). So nothing happened and I had the procedure on Sunday. The whole time I was in the hospital I was never upset, never cried, or anything. My hubby was crying and all upset and would get upset for me not being upset. After I got home the depression set in and by that time he thought I shouldn't be upset so I was in the wrong again. I had the doc do genetic testing on the baby and that came up fine. I would have had a little girl. The doctor called it a fluke. I know that the one punch in the stomach didn't cause this but I think his drug abuse did. I found out a few years later that he had been doing crack around that time. I knew of the prescription meds and the pot but not that. I was VERY upset by that. I know that this loss was God's way of sparing me that connection to him. It hurt but I have accepted it. I ended up being with him for many years to follow. I refused to get pregnant again despite his desire to have a child. The abuse continued and I put up with it out of fear. Last year I had something happen to me and it changed everything. I was 32 years old and had a stroke. Luckily it was a mild one and didn't effect too much but it was certainly a wake up call. I ended up leaving in the middle of the night and in NC you have to be separated for a year before you can file for divorce. Finally the court date is Monday and this will be over!

My b/f met his wife around the time that he and I broke up. She was not a very stable person herself. They decided to have a baby in 2001. She was almost full term and went for a check up. The baby's heart rate had decreased some but told them not to be concerned. A few days later they were going to the store and she noticed that there hadn't been any movement in a while. So they went to the ER. They found out that the umbilical cord was wrapped his daughter's neck and she had died. He was devastated by this. Soon after his wife told him that it was probably for the best because she would have probably killed the baby anyway. At one point she tried stabbing him with a knife. He still grieves for Allison (the name they gave her) but he too thinks that it was God's way of protecting him from his wife. So they ended up getting divorced in 2004. He moved to South Carolina at that time.

Soon after I left my hubby I was on MySpace one day. I got this message from someone that I didn't recognize the username. There was a picture but the person was pretty far away in it but as soon as I saw it I knew who it was. Ever since that day we have talked everyday. It was like time had stood still for us. We was still the wonderful man I knew back then and I was pretty much the same but now smart enough to know not to let a good one go again! We discussed me moving to be with him but I couldn't find a job making the money that I do here and he could do his work anywhere and actually could get paid better here so in June he moved here. Soon after (oh like that same week he moved) I got pregnant. We both have always wanted children and both refused to go thru that experience again with the spouses we had. Even though I have had a stroke my doctors feel it is ok for me to continue and we couldn't be happier. Now...when my divorce becomes final I can look forward to getting married again! My mom told me I had until the baby comes but she wants me married by then. She too loves my b/f and I think she was more hurt from the breakup all those years ago than I was! Mother knows best I guess!

Thanks for reading my story. Can't wait for March 1st (or around that time) to meet our little treasure.