So Jared and I were the happiest people in the world the day we got to find out what sex our baby was (is). I had a gut feeling it was a girl, but wasn't 100% sure. It's such an amazing feeling to see your little one moving around in your stomach. It makes everything seem a little bit more real, it hits you. It hits you that you really are going to be a Mom. It hits you that everything is going to change, for the better. It hits you that there is actually LIFE inside of you that's not just your own. It hits you that you can no longer be a selfish human being, but that you have to care for someone 100%. It hits you that you are going to become poor in your wallet but rich in love. It hits you that for the next 18 or so years, it's not just going to be you and your husband anymore. You get hit in between the eyes with a whole lot of things at once. It's a good thing though, to get hit like that. You need to wake up and realize that you have a new, HUGE responsibility being placed on your shoulders (or in your stomach for now). So that's where I'm at. I'm grasping the concept that for the rest of my life I'm not only going to be an individual, wife, sister, daughter, granddaughter, cousin, and whatever else. BUTT.....I'm going to add Mom to that list of "titles" and I think that's going to be the biggest of them all. Whew, so hard to keep my head from exploding! This is the 3rd happiest experience of my life. (First was when I became a Christian, second was when I married Jared) Can't wait till she's here and I can hold her in my arms.
