I'm carrying my husband and the love of my life's second child. It's been a long time since I was "with child", so in certain ways it's like going through it for the first time. In others, I feel like an old pro, like I could do it now with my eyes closed.
5 long years we waited for this, and what a blessing. Pretty much as soon as we were certain it was time, BOOM, the Fertility Fairy dropped a load of Fertility Dust on us (so to speak).
I had my share of epiphanies about life when I found out I was pregnant with my first. It having been 2 weeks after the deaths of both my grandmas, it was like God smacked me in the face and said, HEY! Life goes on! No time for wallowing here.
But it's different now.
Here I am, with a beautiful man as my husband of 5 years and a marriage (Thank God) as strong as I could ever imagine. We have together an incredible little girl, and although she looks a lot like Dadda, she's got her Mama's sass and tough ass attitude. I have an unbelievably supportive circle of family and close friends, there through the thick of it all, and still there when I'm a raving lunatic.
My parents have been more supportive than any others that I know, even when it's not in that conventional sorta way. My friends, my REAL friends, have been there in the ways that mattered the most at any given time. You (hopefully) know who you are.
How do I say thank you to a husband and best friend that is my strength, a man who stands up for what he believes in and doesn't let anyone change his mind, a man who will fight against what he believes to be unjust, no matter what the case or who it be against, a man who is just simply f*cking fantastic?
I love you. Thank you for sharing the same dream with me for our daughter, to have it better than we did in a lot of ways.