When I found out I was pregnant, I was absolutely and totally terrified for a moment. There wasn’t really excitement because the news was so HUGE. And the weight of it just sat on me. Most really big life changes you get more preparation for. And I wanted it, but I could never be sure it was actually going to come or not.
I’m excited. Sometimes it doesn’t feel real. But it is. Whenever I throw up (though I haven’t been that sick), it feels a little more real. When a pair of pants don’t fit anymore (though I’m really not showing), it feels a little more real.
At the end of May (or in twenty-six weeks), we’re going to have a baby.
This is my life dream. I have always wanted to be a mother more than anything.