In the beginning finding out I was pregnant was scary. As my pregnancy went on I was becoming more excited and a little nervous. It almost didn't feel real. I felt her moving and kicking and all the symptoms. Even after gathering everything we needed for her it still didn't feel like she was ever going to come. But thinking about it now, it went a whole lot faster then I thought. Everything from pregnancy to birth. By the time I hit 40 weeks and my stomach had dropped I knew it was getting closer.I had worked until 40.2 weeks and was physically exhausted. Everything hurt. Things were swelling. Shoes were no longer fitting and my back was giving me grief. I was no longer feeling scared. As I got closer to my due date I tried everything people had suggested. All the different foods, exercises and other such things. The day I started my maternity leave I was 40.3 weeks. I had an induction date set for September 5th but was hoping she would come on her own. I figured...
Every human has a story that is told in their own words. Mine is an open journal into my world. Finding myself as an adult. Reflecting on my past and opening doors to the present and future. Finding my inner child while being an adult. Finding a reason to write, share and make every moment count as if this will be my last day on earth,