“I wonder who you’ll look like…
Will your hair fall down and curl,
Will you be a mama’s boy
Or daddy’s little girl?”
I am nearly seven weeks pregnant, and I don’t think it really hit me until I looked at the ultrasound screen yesterday and saw the speedy fluttering of what will be my son’s or daughter’s heart. Even when I’m holding this child and watching it grow up, I don’t think I’ll ever believe it. It feels like just yesterday I was a little girl myself, or learning to ride a bike, or a teenager falling in love.
I’ve never been a baby person, and I don’t consider myself put together enough to teach anyone else how to live. I’m not over-emotional or attached or dependent. I don’t know why God thinks I’m qualified. But I do know that there is something beautiful about this. And it’s going to change my life and Jimmy’s life forever.