First, please look to the right, at my sidebar, to check out the March of Dimes giveaway being hosted by Baby Making Machine ! 100% of the proceeds are will benefit sweet wittle babies, and that’s just awesome!
I can’t even begin to describe how much I already love this little girl that’s growing inside of me. I just don’t know how to explain it! I’ve haven’t yet had the opportunity to touch her little fingers, and toes, and hold her…..but I already feel such a sense of joy whenever I feel her little kicks, or look down to see my belly changing shape as she rolls, and moves, and does kung-fu, or whatever else babies do in-utero. it’s absolutely amazing. I mean, I love God, and I love my husband, and I love my mommy, but it doesn’t even compare to what I feel for this tiny little baby.
And just think…what I feel now is only a fraction of the outpouring I will feel when I actually see her face, and hold her, and actually HAVE her. I can’t wait!
I remember the in the months before I was pregnant, I was always a little disappointed to get my period. I was always convinced that I was I pregnant, and in my delirium, I was actually having symptoms! And the disappointment when I would take a pregnancy test, and NOT see that other line show up. It was heartbreaking.
And then came the month that i told myself I would no longer get my hopes up. We werent even TRYING to have a baby. Not that we were trying to prevent it either, but that’s another story. I was working out, and making great progress. We had come to the decision that rather than waiting until we were debt free, I would go ahead and go back to school to finish my degree, starting with the 2009 Summer Session. After all, the economy was horrible, and jobs were limited. It was the perfect time to finish school, and increase my income potential. By the time I had graduated, there would be new jobs available, right?
I should have started my cycle on Easter Sunday, but the day came and went. Pregnancy didnt even cross my mind, honestly. I just figured I had calculated the days wrong, and I would come on the next day. But then IT came and went also. I thought to myself: “Hmm. I’m never late. What’s up with this? Pregnant? Nahh… there’s no way. I’d be feeling sick or something by now. Right? Right?”
Then, on Tuesday, April 14, my husband told me I was pregnant. I looked at him like he was crazy. I would KNOW if I were pregnant. We went to the track, I did my four miles, like a champ. He stopped at walmart and bought a pregnancy test. And I was skeptical. How is HE telling me im pregnant. Im a woman, I would know such a thing. But whatever, I took the test.
The line showed up like, IMMEDIATELY. No wait 3 minutes, faint line type of thing either. That line was like…burgundy, not pink. And I was speechless. And thrilled. And amazed. And shocked. And worried. And giddy.
And im still all of these things, and probably will be for at least the next 18 years. But im blessed, and so glad that Isabella is coming into my life. Starting my family. MY family. 4 years ago? I NEVER would have thought I would be here, married, and with a baby on the way. ESPECIALLY not in that order. Im actually still surprised that I have a husband, lol. But I wouldnt give it up for the world! I still have a long way to go in my life. School to finish, career to start, marriage to nurture, babies to have, kids to raise.
But for now? Im just basking in the love I feel for THIS baby, during THIS pregnancy. And it’s the best feeling in the world 🙂