About a month ago...well 24 days to be exact, the hubs and looked at each other and said, "what the hell?" That is why today, I went for my first obstetrical appointment as a knocked up lady. Turns out that when you say, "what the hell," sometimes god says, "that'll show you to deviate from your carefully laid plan." God is funny like that. I thought that when I had this little visit to my new baby birthin doctor that there would be this, like, silent amazing moment right after she said, "Yes, you gorgeous and fabulous female, you are about to bring forth the gift of life from your very intelligent loins." Shockingly, that did not happen. instead we barely brushed past the yes, your pregnacy test (s) were all correct and yes, your boobs are already ungainly and yes, you are gonna maybe have a little person on an unspecified date in July. (I have carefully calculated the exact moment of conception and that date is already etched like a rat in brain, but I wanted a medical professional to say it).
So here we are, we've been married a year, we are working our little tails off to make ends meet and we are gonna have a little baby. even though that is supposed to be completely truly and terribly terrifying...I can't help but grin from ear to ear.
Whether the doc said it or not, my gorgeous lady self is gonna bring for some life. Though I really don't know if loins can even be intelligent. Stay tuned for sonogram updates right before you eat your turkey & pie.
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