I’m 39 weeks pregnant tomorrow, and reflecting back on my pregnancy, it has been quite the wild ride. There is nothing at all I wanted more than to give Grady a sibling and to have two children. And for me, I’ve always wanted a daughter. My connection and relationship with my own mom and my friends has always made me a “girls girl” and driven me to want a daughter.
Before we became parents, I told Mike that I was “born to be a mother.” Now that I am a mother, and am nearly three years into parenting Grady, I know that to be true; that being a mom is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. It is the thing I take the most pride in, put the most effort toward, and also think what I am best at. Loving and caring for Grady has improved and enriched my life in so many ways. I have shed insecurities, let go of things and people that don’t serve me, and feel more authentically myself than I ever have.
With all of that said, I’m incredibly nervous for our baby girl to arrive. I’m nervous for what it will mean for Grady, our family dynamics, going through the newborn stage again, etc. Grady is two and three quarters, and let’s just say he is a typical, normal almost three year old with all of the magical, fun moments that come with this age and the battles and tantrums too. Lately we’ve had some challenging bedtimes and screaming when he’s told no, and I can only imagine these behaviors will become more exasperated when his baby sister arrives. But even in these hard moments of parenting, our family and life we have together is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. We are a silly family; constantly making up songs and playing with each other. We are adventurous and outgoing, and make physical activity a priority. We care for each other, and we strive to treat each other with empathy and respect.
She was born Golden 