Jesus kept telling me I was pregnant and on Sunday November 19, 2017 I woke up to pee at 4:00am. I took a pregnancy test and got a positive almost immediately. I was suppose to get my period that same day of Nov 19th and I knew better than to get my hopes up after our miscarriage on Sept 6th.

As soon as I saw a positive I threw it away and came back to bed. Jesus was snoring as usual and I “tapped” him to turn and sleep in silence. I didn’t want to wake him up, I didn’t even want to tell him at all! He was so heartbroken after seeing our first baby’s heart beat and then weeks later seeing the baby was gone. I didn’t sleep much the rest of the morning and debated telling him until after I did my blood work and confirmed my pregnancy with a Dr. In the morning while we got ready for church I told him.

I got my blood work done Nov 24th and my results were excellent! Way better than last time. I wrote in my journal Nov 29, 2017 “The fabulous news now is I don’t need to go to a Dr., I don’t need medication! I am having a normal pregnancy!!”

I was excited until week 6 when I started throwing up and I couldn’t eat or drink or smell. Jesus kept telling me it was all in my head. All I wanted was to throw up in his face so then it would be “all in his head.” The nausea and vomiting lasted until week 17. I am hoping it doesn’t return. On Dec 8th we saw our baby’s strong heart beat in an ultrasound. On Jan 18th we found out we were having a girl through our 2nd ultrasound. On March 6th we had our 20 week ultrasound and my Dr said the baby is perfect, healthy, no abnormalities and everything is going the way it should. Thank you God!

I am back to normal now. Singing, dancing, working, eating and annoying Jesus. My belly is growing and it’s all starting to feel real now. We set a date for our baby shower and started thinking about girl names. Jesus really googled “sporty girl names” He wants all our children to love sports like him and be good at every sport.

I keep saying my Dr. But actually I have a midwife. She told me a couple weeks ago that Jesus & I are already parents and every day we make decisions for our baby. I keep thinking about that. It’s true! I decide to drink more water because it’s good for her. When I pick a meal I have to think of her. I even control myself from speeding and yelling so she’s safe and doesn’t think I am crazy.

Its crazy to think that she’s with me everywhere I go and she hears everything that is going on. She feels what I feel, eats what I eat, and is literally living her months through me.

I pray we make the best decisions for her and if we don’t that she’ll know we did our absolute best. Hopefully she likes her name and the colors in her room but most importantly, US! We are so excited for this journey we’ve began.

Do you believe in miracles?

In the 80’s my dad migrated from Mexico to California. When he arrived here he began to learn English and he says he accidentally began reading the newspaper. He would read every page front and back and it became a morning ritual. I remember seeing him every morning with the newspaper and hewould hand my brother and I a section to read. We we’re always hoping for the comics and we usually got what we wanted.

My dad began reading the Dear Abby column and he would also have me read them. I quickly fell in love with the idea of writing a letter to a stranger about anything you wanted and she would respond. I like to imagine Dear Abby is a lot like Delilah, a radio host I’ve heard as a child who’s voice was always so soothing and her words always what the listeners needed to hear.

Dear Abby has different people writing to her and sharing different stories, asking questions or requesting help. One of her reoccurring segments was called Pennies From Heaven. I don’t know exactly where this phrase came from but dictionary.com says it

may have originated in 1936 in a song and motion picture by Bing Crosby. Although it’s been around for so long, I haven’t met anyone other than my dad that knows about this.

The idea is so simple and sweet.

When someone dies, they go up to heaven. They miss us and think of us just as much as we do them. Obviously they can’t come back to hug us and run errands with us but they can send us signs. These are pennies from heaven. If you are feeling down or thinking of your loved one, they may send you a penny to remind you they are also thinking of you. It sounds silly but can truly be comforting and all the people that wrote to Dear Abby would share their stories and it felt more and more real. There are readers who said when their loved one passed away they would put pennies in their coffin so they had pennies to throw back down.

This idea may not be true, but imagine if it is? If the person who passed is in heaven looking down and wanting to tell us something or give us a sign. They keep dropping pennies and we keep stepping on them. What a waste.

I am sure you see pennies lying around everywhere and it’s become so common most people don’t pick them up or even bother to notice them. After reading a couple stories on Dear Abby I started picking them up and checking the dates to see if it was anyone that I knew that might have passed that year or was born that year. After a couple years I stopped and we also stopped reading the news paper.
On Valentines Day, my husband’s cousin passed away at the age of 31. My husband was very close to him and has been mourning since. I told him about Pennies From Heaven today and I know Adrian (his cousin) heard me and will send pennies down to remind my husband he’s thinking of him also. I hope he’s made some friends since we didn’t put pennies in his coffin.

If you see a penny on the floor, pick it up and check the year. Find a meaning in that year and save the penny. Remember, “a penny saved, is a penny earned.” Benjamin Franklin