The Incredible Sign the Universe Sent That Told Me I Was Pregnant After Years of Being Told My Endometriosis Would Make Pregnancy Nearly Impossible

On February 15th, 2023, I found out I was pregnant with my son. How I found out I was pregnant with my son will forever be the most astonishing and incredible experience to ever happen to me - because the Universe was the one who told me.

To appreciate this story in its entirety, I need to take you back to the beginning, to 2019. I was diagnosed at the age of 22 with endometriosis. The same year, I was told by four different gynecologists that the chances of me getting pregnant were very low and would be almost nonexistent after the age of 26. At this point, I had already gone through two exploratory surgeries and multiple medications to try to manage it with little to no help.

To add to the difficulty of conceiving, when my husband was a child he was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma and underwent 2–3 years of chemo treatment. Because of the chemo, he was very unlikely to be able to have children as well.

The odds truly were not in our favor. For years, I just tried to ignore how devastating this was for me. We spent our early twenties like any other in their twenties. We partied, we tried (and sometimes failed) college, we changed careers dozens of times, but really we spent the majority of the time partying.

It wasn’t until 2022, the year we were to get married, that I really started to feel this devastation start creeping in again. All I wanted was to marry my best friend and have a little one of our own. It just felt so impossible.

Around two months before our wedding day that would take place in early November, I started to have dreams that I was holding a baby - a baby with a beautiful head of dark brown hair. The baby in my dreams was always a newborn, and I could never see their face. But every time I had the dream, I could see myself in a long dress, my hair down to my shoulders blowing in the breeze, and I was just looking down at this little baby, smiling. I could feel them in my arms. I could feel their hair, their skin, their little toes. The dream was so real, I could physically feel the weight of the baby in my arms.

And then, without fail, I would wake up and my baby wouldn’t be there.

It was devastating.

My very soul knew the baby in my dreams. It was like coming home every time I would have the dream, and when I woke up it was like I was ripped away from it.

But somehow. Somehow, I just knew. I knew that was my baby telling me they were on the way. But I was so scared. I didn’t know how it would be possible. It felt like taunting almost, to know that feeling of love in my dreams and to not have it when I woke up.

We were married in November of 2022, but truly we had been not not trying for a child for some time at that point, and none of the times had been successful.

That December, I felt this really strong pull to ask for a sign from my baby. I got out my journal and I started to write. I wrote three columns, one for the year 2023, one for 2024, and one for 2025. Under each date, I wrote a sign. If I would have my baby in 2023, I wrote cactus - that was my sign for my baby being born in 2023. For 2024 I wrote lion. And for 2025, a rose. I asked the universe, and that little baby, to show me the sign for whichever date I would have my child.

Knowing that signs sometimes take a while to receive, I closed my journal and went back downstairs. It was late in the night, and I didn’t really have much to do. I was scrolling on Facebook when a picture of a horse popped up on my feed. Now if you know me, you know I love horses. I am constantly looking at horses for sale or pictures that friends post of their horses. But for some reason, this little chestnut-colored horse really stood out to me. I liked something about it. I was reading about the horse, but because the description was so long, I had to hit the “see more” option to read the rest.

I hit the “see more” option…

…and there it was. The horse’s name, and I will truly never forget it as long as I am living:

🌵Cactus🌵. Just like that.

The horse’s name was Cactus, with a cactus emoji in the front and the back of the name.

I absolutely froze. I couldn’t move. I just stared at the screen in complete disbelief.

I would meet my baby in 2023.

On Christmas Day 2022, I received a cookbook from my grandmother. This wasn’t just a regular cookbook - it was a family tradition. My grandmother created a cookbook and gave one to every individual family in her very large family tree. But she saved the cookbooks for her grandchildren to gift them when they got married, so they had the family recipes to create for their family.

That evening when we got home from Christmas at her house, I decided to sit down and skim through all the recipes. I hadn’t realized that at the beginning of the cookbook she put a biography for her mother and father, Edward and Elsie. My grandmother was one of 8 siblings, so there are a lot of family members. It was so neat to have those biographies so I could read about my great-grandparents. I already knew a little bit about them, but I didn’t know much about their early history.

I read through Elsie’s biography, and I started on Edward’s. I was reading about Edward’s history, where he was born and his parents…

… and there it was again. Just like that. Like the feeling of locking up the brakes, clear as day, no questions asked.

Right there in the print, Edward’s father’s name. My great-great-grandfather’s name.

August Peter.

August.

I stood up so fast and said out loud, “I will have a son and his name will be August!”

I knew it as sure as I was living and breathing.

That was the name of the baby in my dreams.

But there was one problem - Kane and I had always wanted to name a child after his father in some way, and his father’s name wasn’t August.

Kane lost his father when he was one, so naming a child after his father, Paul, was really important to him. We didn’t know how we would do it, but we knew we wanted the name to be in Paul’s memory somehow. Kane never had the chance to really know his father, so I knew how important it was to him to name our child in some way after Paul.

And then, once again, brakes locked, fireworks soaring, angels singing - I remembered Paul’s birthday. His birth month.

Paul was born in August.

I still get cold chills to this day when I think about it. Even as I am typing this out right now, I relive the moment and it brings such a smile to my face.

So there I was, in my kitchen on Christmas Day 2022, knowing with absolute certainty that the little baby in my dreams, with a full head of hair that I held so close in my arms for all those months, was a little boy named August.

Fast forward now to February 15th, 2023. The day after Valentine’s Day. All day long I kept having this weird feeling, but I just couldn’t name it. I felt anxious, but in a good way.

Somewhere around noon that day, I realized something. I hadn’t started my period yet.

I was only a few days past, and still within the normal timeframe of my cycle, and I really didn’t want to get my hopes up. So I just tried to ignore this anxious feeling I kept having.

All day long, I tried to keep myself busy. I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to take a pregnancy test either because I had already taken so many at that point and every one of them had been negative. I didn’t want to be let down again. So I just ignored it.

But I just kept feeling this pull. This nudge, almost. It wouldn’t go away.

Now for those of you who might not know, we live on a creek off of the Ohio River. And right across the creek lives a mated pair of bald eagles. Bald eagles aren’t very common in our area, so I feel so incredibly fortunate to be able to even exist near them.

However, I hadn’t seen the eagles for months at that point. And I hadn’t seen the two of them together for much longer. I had actually only ever seen the two of them flying together maybe twice the entire time I have lived at my home. They were a mated pair of eagles, but I would only ever see one or the other.

That day, however, I hadn’t seen either eagle in weeks. Months even. It had been so long. And so on that day, I decided to ask the Universe for a sign.

If I were truly pregnant, if I needed to go take a pregnancy test and it would for sure be positive and I without a doubt was truly, very genuinely pregnant, I wanted to see both eagles. Together.

So I went out on my front porch and faced the direction the eagles’ nest was. I stood there and said out loud, “Universe, if I am truly pregnant right now, I want to see both of those eagles flying together. I want to see both of them at the same time.”

It felt like an impossible ask. I truly had only seen the eagles together, like I said, maybe once or twice.

I felt so silly. But I just couldn’t bring myself to take the test. I just didn’t want to face that disappointment again. So the only way I would believe it, and the only way I would take a test, was if I saw those eagles together.

I sat on the front porch for about 15 minutes just watching the nest. I even said at one point, “that was probably too much to ask to show me both eagles.” I just sat there and waited. I started to honestly feel silly, like what an impossible thing to ask the Universe and expect to see something I haven’t seen in months happen within minutes of me asking.

Now if you have ever seen a movie with a bald eagle in it, the sound they make for the eagle isn’t actually the true sound an eagle makes. An eagle makes this very specific, almost chirping sound. The sound in the movies that they use is actually the sound of a hawk.

As I was sitting there on the front porch, the feelings of excitement started to wear off. I knew it was too much to ask for, and I started to think about how silly it was to ask for such a request. I was fairly new on my spiritual journey, and I really hadn’t asked for too many signs, but the signs I had received so far had been so incredible. I just needed that one last sign. That one last one, those two eagles, so I knew my son was real. That I would really meet him.

I waited and waited. Fifteen minutes passed, twenty, and yet I waited. After about 25 minutes, I decided it was just too much to ask for. It was getting cold, and the sun was starting to lower since it was about 3:30 in the winter. I was ready to go back in.

The sequence of events that happens next isn’t dramatized in any fashion. It was truly the most magical moment of my life.

As I stood up to go back inside, I decided to give one final look toward the nest.

And nothing happened.

I smiled that direction, and I had this overwhelming feeling of just being happy to be alive. Happy to be in that very moment. Happy to exist in such beauty, even if I didn’t receive my sign.

I walked to the front door of the house with a smile on my face, even though I felt that little pang of disappointment inside. I all but rested my hand of the handle of the front door…

… and that’s when I heard it. That’s when I heard the chirping. There in the distance, a little ways off, I heard it.

I completely froze. I thought to myself, “There’s no way. That’s impossible.”

I whirled around so fast and looked at the nest, but I didn’t see the eagle, definitely not both of them.

Did I imagine it? Was that real? Am I hearing things now?

And there it was again.

I took off running and ran down the steps of my front porch.

And just as I took that final step off my covered porch, out into the open, I looked up, and flying over my house, directly over the top of me and no more than 20 feet above the top of the house, flew a mated pair of bald eagles.

I watched in complete disbelief as they flew side by side all the way back to their nest. The very nest I had been staring at, praying I would see them at.

As if the Universe wanted to give extra confirmation, once the eagles landed, the sun came out from behind a cloud and shone directly on the tree, and a few surrounding trees, that the eagles’ nest sat in. The sun didn’t touch any other part of the earth in that very moment. It only touched those trees. I quickly snapped a picture of it because I didn’t think anyone would believe me.

But there they were. A mated pair of bald eagles, side by side, together. I remember smiling and just saying thank you. Thank you, because I knew in that very moment every one of my dreams had just come true. I knew I was pregnant with my son, August, in that very moment. I didn’t need a test to confirm it. The Universe, the eagles, had just confirmed it for me.

The story writes itself from there.

The test was positive.

When we got the email with the results on what the sex of our baby was, I looked at my husband and said to him, “He’s a boy. It’s August.”

The blue “It’s a boy!!!” letters at the top confirmed that too.

A few months later, in the fall of 2023, we welcomed a newborn baby boy into the world… with a full head of dark brown hair.

The very baby I had held in my arms in my dreams for months, I was now holding that very same baby in my arms in real life.

And to this day, when I look at August, I see those eagles flying over my house together, and I just smile.

They say a stork delivers a baby wrapped in a swaddle down from the heavens to its parents.

Mine was delivered by two bald eagles.

And will always be the greatest gift I have ever received.