I am a mom to two beautiful children, a boy and a girl, 7 1/2 and 3 1/2. My husband and I have always dreamed of having more children.

A couple of years ago, I went on anti-depressants. These drugs interfered with my life, causing me to balloon up to my delivery weight and destroying my periods. I managed to stop taking this medication two years ago.

The road to recovery has been a long one. Despite trying to get pregnant, my periods continued to be irregular and still, sometimes non-existent. I tried hard as I wanted to have another child, not spaced out as far as my first two.

Nothing happened. I started to be discouraged. The time passed by. Soon, the age gap became greater than the distance between the first two. I told my husband that maybe we should look at other options, like adoption. I took all my baby stuff to a baby sale in order to sell it. I was determined to be happy with the two natural born children that I have, as I can always add to my family in other ways.

I managed to sell a lot at the baby/kids sale, but I didn’t sell one thing that I would consider essential for a baby’s first year of life. My swing, jumper, crib, playpen, highchair, and clothes didn’t sell. At the time, I thought something was happening outside of my control. But I had let it go and planned on selling the rest in a garage sale this summer.

My periods have changed dramatically since the beginning of the year. I went from having extremely heavy flows beyond anything I had ever seen in my life to tapering off so that my last one was heavier than normal but not as extreme as the others this year.

I visualized my body healing itself since the beginning of the year. These heavier periods were getting rid of the buildup inside of my body over the past couple of years. I lost 10 lbs during this time by feeding my body properly to help with its healing. I am presently at the delivery weight that I was at with my second baby.

I still figured I had a lot more healing to go before my body would, if ever, get pregnant again. So, I did not pay attention to the calendar. The date for my expected period came and went. I never noticed. I never noticed until the calendar said May 5, one month and one day after the baby sale. I picked up a test, and it was positive! I am expecting. Now, I was a little disappointed as I had resigned myself to two children and did not want to have a large age gap between them. But I had somehow, managed to manifest what I wanted. It would not be a large age gap as by the time I finally checked, I was just shy of 8 weeks, which puts my due date at December 24th. I will have a baby and will only be four years and four months younger than my daughter!

Now, as I am writing this, I hope my husband has not been able to manifest his desire for more children into twins or triplets. After all, he would like to have five children. Lol!