There are moments in our lives that stick out more then others. Times that we can transport ourselves back to in our heads and even feel the emotion that we did on that day, no matter how long ago.
I was 20 weeks pregnant with a one year old son. I remember being so nervous as the technician gelled my growing stomach. With my first pregnancy, I didn’t have children, so I knew that no matter what the answer was I would be ecstatic either way. This time, I was nervous. I LOVED being a mother to a son but knew in my heart that I had a need, a great desire, to be a mother to a daughter.
I grew up with one sister and a mother who I was extremely close to. I was a girly girl to say the least and loved shopping, barbies and doing my nails. I loved the relationship that the three of us shared, and the bond that was closer than anything else I had known. I wanted that…..and I was about to find out if that was MY destiny.
I was holding Pete’s hand and I could feel my heart beating faster and faster as we looked at the picture of the baby that was inside of me. “Looks like you are having a baby girl,” were the words that we heard next, and I still remember throwing my head back on the table and crying. We were having a daughter. I was having a daughter.
Three years ago today I met her… and I can’t wait to see what life has in store for us. She is the wish that I have always had, she is my Reese.
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