I got married in 2017, and from September 2019 onwards, we decided we were ready to start planning our family. My husband had zero knowledge about ovulation and cycles, and despite my attempts to explain it subtly, nothing seemed to work. He thought that trying once during the fertile period was sufficient, and he wouldn’t even check if I was in that period. I didn’t want to tell him when I was fertile because I felt like I would be forcing him to have sex when he was generally uninterested.

After a year, we went to the doctor because he was starting to experience erectile dysfunction. Deep down, I feared that the results would not be good, and I was right—he had a low sperm count and zero motility. We were recommended to pursue IVF, but we decided to try naturally for a while first. In 2025, we finally decided to move forward with IVF due to family pressure, as everyone around us kept asking the same question.

From 2020 to 2025, I want to share how I felt and coped during this time. In the beginning, I was completely depressed, worried, and anxious every night about our lack of intimacy, how could we ever conceive? However, in 2022, a sudden calm came over me. I realized that I had always achieved what I wanted, even if it took longer than expected. I reminded myself that I am God’s favorite child and that I am destined to have children, no matter what.

I maintained this belief, and by 2023, I started following “The Magic” book and achieved many miracles, including my desired body shape. I stopped obsessing over having babies, and I went through IVF this year, not out of urgency, but because of outside pressure. Throughout the last four years, I affirmed in my notebook that I would be blessed with twins (a boy and a girl) and another girl, naming them and writing their names down consistently.

After my IVF cycle, they were able to freeze three embryos, which excited me because I thought I would have my three children. But on the day of my embryo transfer, I was informed that the third embryo did not survive, and they only transferred two embryos into me. I chose to find positivity in this situation, telling myself that I would still achieve my dreams with the two embryos, and I would conceive my third child (a daughter) naturally.

I began affirming that I was going to have twins and patiently waited for the blood test day. Every morning, I spoke to my womb and my future children, guiding them to implant in my uterus at the perfect spot for healthy twin pregnancies. When the day for the blood test arrived, I expected it to be a high-pressure situation at home, but strangely, I felt calm, sure, and confident. I knew that what was meant for me would come, no matter what. I was also prepared for any outcome because I believed that my babies would arrive at the right time.

Within two hours, my blood test results came back. We were all praying during the wait at the hospital, and our prayers were answered! My HCG levels indicated a positive pregnancy test, and I felt that I had triumphed. My belief had triumphed. My gratitude had triumphed. I’m declaring now that my dream of becoming pregnant naturally will also come true when it’s time for my second daughter (third child) to arrive—she will be born naturally! I’ll share that story when it happens.

As for whether I’ll have twins or not, I will find out in a few weeks. I am already overflowing with joy at the prospect of being pregnant, whether it’s with twins or not! Thank you!