I’ve been noticing all things baby lately. I keep looking at babies and kids. I notice their clothes and their shoes. Specially the girly clothes and shoes. 🙂 I notice the things that they do. Aren’t they the cutest???
I used to worry about it. Am I ready? How big is having a baby going to change our lives? What sacrifices will we have to make? Will I have to make? There have been sacrifices already since getting pregnant. No more road trips with my girl friends. No more spontaneous out of the country vacations. No more drinking and eating whatever I like.
I look at my single and married-but-no-kids-yet friends go on an adventure and do all these crazy, wild things, and I think to myself, well, those days are gone. Maybe it’ll be when Light turns 18 that I can do those things again.
Then I look at my mommy friend who has to worry about high chairs when we meet at a restaurant, carrying their big diaper bag and not having the time to eat or chat with us without interruption. I tell myself, that’ll be us in a few months.
But there is a different kind of joy when you see their baby reach out to them to hug them or kiss them. I think it outweighs all other kinds of joy.
Now, I smile at the thought that soon, I’ll be carrying my own little one in my arms. I’ll be dressing her up in cute little outfits. I just want the days to go by quickly! I can’t wait for her to come out. What will she look like? I hope she gets my fair complexion. Well, I hope she gets everything I have except my nose. She can have her father’s nose. 🙂
We are ready for a baby. I know we are. 🙂
I’ve seen what I look like as a girl. Yes, please, nothing from me is fine.