“On December 24, I drove from New York to Connecticut to spend a quiet Christmas with my family. The night before, I’d finally gotten closure from my ex and was telling my best friend all the places I was looking forward to traveling to the next year. Within about 10 minutes of being home, I realized my orthopedist had called me. He was going to put me on some arthritis shots to fix a knee problem I was having, so I had to take a pregnancy test in order to go on them. I called him back thinking it was about the arthritis shots, and he immediately said, ‘We got the results of your pregnancy test… they came back positive!’ He said it so happily, thinking he was giving me some great news on Christmas. I literally paused for at least 10 seconds and said, ‘Like…I’m pregnant?’ He knew right then that he had dropped a bomb.
“I started crying uncontrollably, and this poor guy was like, ‘Well, you know, I’m just an orthopedist so perhaps we got the blood samples mixed up.’ And I just kept crying. Then my dad and step-mom walked upstairs, were really confused when they saw black all over my eyes from my makeup, and I just said, ‘I’M PREGNANT!’
“I went to get the pregnancy test and sure enough, it came back positive. But I remember seeing those +++ signs and thinking, it’s all going to be okay. I knew I wanted a family and kids, so perhaps God just had a different plan for me. Now I have the most amazing son.’” —Erin