Personal Narrative

The Gift

Mandie Meyers

June 20, 2005

English 101

After what seemed like an eternity of rigorous tests and dealing with the painful longing of wanting to hold a precious baby of my own in my arms, it happened; my dreams at long last came true. I was pregnant! But something happened; I felt my world come crashing down. The thought of bringing another life into this world terrified me.

After marriage, my husband and I immediately wanted to start a family. A year or so went by and still nothing, no baby. I decided to check myself out to see if anything was wrong. I went through all the normal tests to see if there were any problems. The doctors couldn't find any concrete explanation why I wasn't able to conceive. As a last resource, before getting into more invasive measures, my doctor wanted me to try a fertility pill called Clomid. Figuring I didn't have anything to loose, I started taking the pills.

A few months after taking Clomid, I realized I was feeling a bit strange. I was more tired then I normally felt. I decided to take a pregnancy test. Assuming I was going to get the same negative result, I take the test, walk away and gather my thoughts. Hoping and praying for a different outcome that I had become accustomed to. I walked back to read the results. Expecting to see a negative test, I stare at the test in disbelief. Two pink lines! I blink my eyes to make sure I am not seeing things, it was true. A positive pregnancy test, something I have never seen before. Saying I was happy was an understatement. Ten minutes later I was combing through my address book calling everyone from my realtor to my sixth grade teacher.

As quickly as the pure joy filled my body, pure fear took over me. I was petrified. All these questions filled my head. Will I be a good mom? Can I put another persons needs before mine? Am I capable of giving a baby all the love and affection it requires? And what about my body, getting

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