Tomorrow is the day.
Tomorrow I meet my little girl.
After nine months of growing her, being in pain, loosing my ‘friends’, realizing I’m going to be doing this not how I planned at all, I get to meet her.
The feeling is overwhelming. I’m nervous about surgery. Recovery. Everything. The one thing I’m surprisingly not nervous about is being a mom. I think I’ll make a pretty cool mom. I hope so at least.
This is my last night being pregnant for either a very long time or ever. I don’t know if I will have more kids after Abigail. Maybe if I marry one day.
Here’s to the start of motherhood guys.
Hopefully I’ll be able to write this blog and keep up with it.
Last night of pregnancy!!
The stages of Abbie