My baby girl is 9 months old today.
I just can't believe it.
I have successful kept another human being alive for 9 whole months.
When you are pregnant, you think about what is coming, but you can never really grasp the concept until it happens. You change the moment that this screaming, bright pink, wrinkly little person enters the world.
I never thought I'd be a parent, even though I wanted it more than anything. I numbed myself to a lot of the wishes and hopes of being a parent. I tried nto to talk about kids. I tried not to be around kids. Commercials would make me angry and news stories about people like "Octomom" would make me furious. Now, I try to encourage people who are like me; feeling hopeless and empty, waiting for something they think will never come.
I was once bitter and now I'm the mother of a bubbly 9 month old. With fat cheeks and chunky thighs. 7 teeth and a pretty large vocabulary for her age.
I just can't believe it!
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