Baby girl
When you hear people talk about their biggest regrets in life, having children usually is never one of them.
I sometimes wonder what having a child will be like. This love I feel for my baby is, what I’m told, not even close to the love I will feel for her when I hold her for the first time in my arms. I can’t even picture myself as a mother. I talk about Adam as “daddy” when I speak to my unborn baby girl, and I’ve referred to myself as “mommy” but it’s just something I can’t wrap my mind around.
Mom. Mommy. Me?
I’m barely 20 years old and accepting the fact that in around two weeks, I will be an official “mommy.” It’s exciting and nervewrecking all at the same time. It’s scary how much love and complication comes with having a child. All the new responsibility, work, love and time you constantly give the new bundle of joy in your life. Yes, I’m afraid. But more than afraid, I’m so impatient. I want to meet her, be her mom, hold her when she cries, sleep with her in the cradle next to me and see her smile.
She has become my world. She and Adam are the two things that are most important in my life and that I would sacrifice anything for. They are my family, and I couldn’t be happier about that. 
