This baby girl can sleep anywhere. Not to mention there are so many positions she gets herself into that I just didn’t know we’re possible…and he seems comfortable!
That’s my baby girl tho. She’s the most perfect thing to ever happen to me! I love you Amarah Kiauna!
I want her out! Now!
I’ve written so much and deleted it all. I keep wanting to write about my baby, but words just don’t want to come out right. I’m so excited; we’re so close to having her in our arms and looking at our faces. But then I remember that in order to get her here I have to go through pain…
I’m so scared. I cry almost every night. I don’t know what to expect because I’ve never been around anyone who was pregnant and never held a baby for more than 5 minutes - and it was asleep. I know I’m going to have support. It’s not after the birth that I’m worried about. I’m worried about the pain, the epidermal (if I decide to get it), the episiotomy I may have to get, the feeling of not being pregnant anymore, the emotions that are going to overwhelm me…EVERYTHING!
I tried watching A Baby Story on TLC…such a bad idea.
The closer May 2nd gets, the more scared I get. My eyes are getting watery just typing about it.
August 8, 2012.
2-3 Weeks Pregnant.
I was devastated. At first I was in shock and then I didn’t want to move. I just cried and cried and cried. I stood in the shower holding my boyfriend for what seemed hours.
We had talked about children, but we agreed to wait until I was done school and working for a year before we tried. Planned pregnancy was not in our cards.
A couple weeks later I did not feel sad, stressed, scared or mad at myself. I was ecstatic. I wanted this child more than anything now. I wanted to be ‘Mom’ just as my mom had been to me; the person to run to when a scraped knee or bruised elbow seemed like the end of the world until that angel kissed them better. I wanted to be that angel to my child.
Now 4 weeks away from my Baby’s arrival and I’m blessed to say that I’m not the angel; it’s my baby that is the angel. I don’t even know if I’m going to want to share her with Dwayne ;)
She’s a bundle of sweetness, brightness and fun
The beauty of springtime, the warmth of the sun
She’s innocence covered with mud, sand, and soot
She’s Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot
She’s a composite picture of giggles, and tears
Of tantrums, excitement, amusement, and fears
A bundle of mischief, and often a tease
A creature of moods not easy to please
Who’ll capture your heart with her pixie-like grin
Or chatter and beg till your patience wears thin
But obedient, naughty, mischievous or coy
She’s Mom’s little darling and Dad’s pride and joy