My pregnancy has been relatively easy thus far. Despite all of the emotional turmoil, I have been lucky to be coasting into my sixth month with no problems. I didn’t even have morning sickness in the first trimester – lucky me!! Right now I feel my little peanut moving around (a la Alien) and making the most of the time he/she is completely protected from the harshness of this world.
I get sad sometimes when I think about the fact that there will be no father in the delivery room. That my step-daughter won’t be able to proudly stroll into the hospital wearing an “I’m the big sister” t-shirt. That there will be no family photo of the four of us. I know that it can’t happen, but there is still a place inside of me that wishes that it could.
I’ve been blessed throughout all of this with amazing friends. They have carried me through the hardest times, and been there to put a smile on my face on an almost daily basis. They will, most certainly, be part of a huge extended family that this baby is going to have. There will be no shortage of love and care. This baby will have more aunts and uncles than he/she knows what to do with!
I wonder though, if some day, my little one will ask me about the moment they entered the world. What will I say? I’m not the type who will bad mouth the other parent, whether or not he chooses to be involved in his child’s life. I think, the best and most simple answer will be something along the lines of “It was the happiest moment of my life, and all of the people that are important to us were there to share it with me.” This will not even be stretching the truth, it will be pure fact.