The day B and I found out that we were going to be parents, we were watching The Patriot. No joke. I had taken a pregnancy test the day before, but didn’t wait long enough, and decided it was negative.
We tried again the next day, and there were the two lines.
Two lines, that they say, change your life forever.
Of course, there was your normal freaking out. Am I going to be a good parent? Am I going to royally screw up this kid? Will it be smart and successful?
And then your dumb questions: what if I throw up while changing its diaper? What if it ends up looking like me? (poor kid). How am I going to handle vomit, because, eww, I can’t even handle my dogs.
That all subsided though, when we finally allowed it to sink in that we were having a baby. A baby. Sometimes it still sounds so surreal to even think about it.
Yesterday was my first real appointment with my doctor. First of all, let me say that I love my doctor. He is super great, and I’m really grateful for him, but I was nervous as all get out going in there. I had absolutely no idea what to expect, and when they rolled the sonogram machine into the room, my heart raced even more.
And then this happened:
Everyone meet Baby James. 8.5 weeks. Due July 16, 2015.
At that instant, seeing it’s heartbeat and movement, it all became so real for me. I am going to be a mom. In that moment, all of my fears subsided. I am going to get to know that little guy/girl so well the next seven months and the years after — this is my kid.
So there ya have it — I’ll be updating as B and I go along this crazy 7 months and afterwards.