I know... men can’t be pregnant, much less a 15 year old child from an average Catholic household in the middle of Nebraska, but hear me out.
My Lucas was always bullied for being “feminine” by peers, leading him to a depressive stage of life. My husband, Brad, and I feared it was homosexuality, which we personally don’t believe in, but nonetheless it pained me to see my son just exist in sadness.
One day his close friend, Jenna-Lorraine, came to me to inform of the extremity of the situation; my son was nearing suicide. I approached him and asked him if he had anything to share, and he didn’t respond. So I was blunt. He was appalled by me even saying the sinful word of homosexuality, so a wave of relief washed upon me. Still, that left me with more questions than answers.
Why was he acting feminine?
He started complaining about gaining weight out of nowhere, even though Brad and I kept our three children on a strict diet of wheat and the farm animals we raise. Then, his hormones started visibly altering; he would randomly get frustrated at his sister, Shana, for staring at him too long, or when our pet ferrets would sit by him. To further these strange occurrences, he began taking my medical books for “education”.
One day, I went into his room to see what exactly he was researching, and the page I discovered made me drop my rosary then and there: it was on the page of childbirth.
Eventually, I took him to our local doctor, Dr. Henry Alderson. I left Lucas in the waiting room to confront Henry. I bluntly stated what I was fearing: that my son was impregnated. Henry was initially shocked, then went along with my concerns.
He asked if Lucas had any sexual relations with a fellow member of the male sex, and I nearly spit out my lemonade and threatened to sue him for libel of my Christian family. He then asked if our Lord could’ve chosen him to carry the next savior. To that, I was left speechless.
God wouldn’t do that to my son, would he? Surely, it was the Devil’s intentions?
Fast-forward three weeks later, and I found out the great news. My son was not pregnant, he simply impregnated Jenna-Lorraine, who he was going to reveal as his girlfriend shortly. The stress he was undergoing explains everything now.. I collapsed on my knees in worship to thank my Father for always testing my faith and saving my family.
All in all, I’m thankful. Truly blessed... a Miracle from God...
