Pregnant again!

Pregnant again!


Diana

When I woke up the next day, I already knew I wouldn't be able to keep it inside me for much longer. But I also couldn't tell Ethan. Not yet. Not in the state I was in. I needed absolute certainty, I needed to see a doctor, I needed someone to confirm it looking me in the eyes.

Ethan left early for work, gave me a quick kiss, and walked out the door without imagining any of the chaos that was happening inside me.

As soon as I heard the car driving away, my heart raced. I jumped out of bed as if I had springs in my feet, threw on some simple clothes—jeans, a t-shirt, a light jacket—and practically ran out of the house.

The morning air was fresh, but my hands were sweating.

I would have called a driver, I just didn't take my car because I was too shaky to drive.

On the way to the clinic, I stared at the city through the window. People walking, smiling, living their lives without knowing that my whole world could change today.

When I arrived at the clinic, the smell of disinfectant almost made me want to go back home. I had a flashback to the hospital… when I lost the baby. My heart tightened. I took three deep breaths, trying to hold myself together.

I got a number and waited.

The waiting room was too bright, too quiet. Each second seemed to drag on as if time was playing a trick on me.

When they called my name, my legs almost gave way.

I entered the white room, sat on the examination table, and explained to the nurse that I wanted a blood test. Nothing simple, nothing that could be wrong. I wanted the truth.

She was quick, efficient, no fuss.

"The results will be ready today," she said, smiling as if it were easy.

It wasn't.

The waiting was the worst part.

I sat in the hallway, phone in hand, staring at the screen without seeing anything. My heart was pounding so hard I felt like I could hear it.

I tried to think positively, but fear kept nagging at me: “What if it’s negative? What if you’re dreaming? What if something goes wrong again?”

I closed my eyes for a moment.

I needed to breathe. I needed to believe.

After almost an hour that felt like a whole day, the nurse finally came out of the room holding an envelope.

My name was written there.

My entire future was there.

She called me into a smaller, more private room.

When she opened the envelope, my mouth went dry.

— Mrs. Diana… — she smiled, that gentle smile that only those who work with life know how to give. — Congratulations. The result is positive.

At that moment I collapsed.

I couldn’t hold back, I couldn’t fake strength, I couldn’t do anything. The tears came strong, hot, as if they were burning my skin. I brought my hands to my face and cried, I sobbed, as if I were lifting a giant weight off my shoulders.

I was pregnant. Again.

My baby.

The son that Ethan and I always wanted, always dreamed of, always imagined.

I was crying and laughing at the same time, like a fool, while the nurse handed me some papers and said things I could barely hear.

When I left the room, my legs were shaking so much that I had to hold onto the wall for a second. The hallway seemed brighter, as if someone had turned on all the lights in the world at once.

I picked up my cell phone with a trembling hand and dialed my mother's number.

"Mom…" my voice came out shaky. "Can you come to the clinic? Please. It's urgent."

"Diana, what happened?" she asked, already worried.

"Come… just come. I need you."

She didn't take even fifteen minutes. My mother has always been like that: saying "come" to her is like pressing a button. She appears. Just like that.

When she entered the clinic, looking at me with that motherly gaze that sees everything, I couldn't hold back. I threw myself into her arms.

She hugged me tightly, in her own way, her hand on my back, the scent of that soft perfume that has always calmed me since childhood.

"Daughter, what's wrong? You're scaring me…"

I took a deep breath, trying to stop crying.

I opened the envelope with a trembling hand and handed it to her.

She read it slowly. Then she stopped. Then she read it again.

Then she raised her eyes, tears glistening.

"Diana… my daughter… are you pregnant?"

I could only shake my head, crying even harder.

She held my face in both hands, looking at me as if I were the greatest miracle she had ever seen.

"My God!" she said, laughing, crying, all mixed together. "My girl! My love!"

And then she hugged me so tightly I almost couldn't breathe, but it was the hug I needed most at that moment.

We both started laughing, a nervous, happy, relieved, kind of crazy laugh. Two women crying in the middle of a clinic as if the world had ended and started again at the same time.

"Mom… I'm scared," I confessed, resting my forehead on her shoulder. "You know what happened last time. I don't know if I can go through it all again."

She held my arms and looked at me firmly.

"Listen here," she said, simply and directly, in her own way.
"That's over. That's finished. And this child is a gift. You're going to have a beautiful pregnancy. You're not alone. I'm here. Ethan is here."

My heart melted instantly.

It was everything I needed to hear.

We both stayed there, hugging, celebrating quietly, laughing like two teenagers who had just discovered an incredible secret.

I felt the whole world become lighter.

And for the first time since I lost the baby, I could breathe deeply without feeling pain.

I was pregnant.

And this time… I was going to fight with everything to protect this little miracle.