The day I came to know that I am pregnant, I was elated with joy. As far as I can recall, there would have been several occasions and several expressions of happiness but this was completely different. I was happy, I was nervous, I was excited, I was worried (about my capabilities to be a mummy), I was just at a different level of happiness. I had prayed to God to save me some happiness and send it to me, and I didn't know that He would be this kind. He send my daughter, and He healed me through her. In the first trimester, I was worried that I may be nauseous and tired, but I felt more energetic and full of life. I did have my bit of mood swings and some real difficulty in walking due to pain. But as my baby grew, all pain vanished. She gradually healed me, in a manner that I forgot that pain. In the second trimester, I grew beautiful, had a beautiful baby bump and I miss her kicking inside of me. She made me feel life, she made me realize and experience God. She made my fa