I remember it like it was yesterday when I found out I was pregnant with my first baby. The day my boyfriend and I found out, infinite things were running through our heads but yet, today I can't think of a single specific thing that I thought about - we were so stunned.
I moved in with my boyfriend not only so he'd be apart of my pregnancy every step of the way but because he gives me the greatest support any man can give a woman. Through out our whole relationship, he's been nothing but patient with my personality filled with mood swings and food cravings (even before I was pregnant). He's my rock.
These 40 weeks have been incredible. From the very first ultrasound until the last. To me it actually became real after the second ultrasound. That's when it really hit me that I'm going to be a mama and the best man I've ever met is going to be a daddy. I don't know about woman who are already mamas but the best feeling is when my hubby holds my hand as we are watching our little cinnamon bun on that ultrasound monitor.
On September 24th, 2010, my hubby found out what the sex of our baby is. The deal was to keep it a surprise from me until the baby shower. To my surprise, he actually did a good job keeping it from me. Mama's instinct kicked in though. I had a hunch it was a boy, all those dreams about giving birth to a baby boy convinced me that was what we were having. When I walked up those stairs at WhirlyBall (where we had our baby shower), first thing I did was kiss my hubby now knowing we were for sure having a boy.
People would always ask me, "what do you want, a boy or girl? And don't tell me you just want it to be healthy." It makes no sense to me - how can parents wish for anything but wanting their children to be healthy. It honestly didn't and still doesn't matter what sex my baby will be.
I love my life and I'm aware things will be hard but my boyfriend and I are a team and through thick and thin, we have each other and our family.