I was sitting in class today, trying not to fall asleep as my professor went on and on about collective bargaining, when baby decided to throw party in my belly, I looked down and couldn't help but smile as I felt little movements, and then I cried. Right there in the middle of classroom with 90 people in it. Hormones, insert eye roll here. Becoming a mom scared me, I would take the LSAT over and over, and have less nerves than what I am currently experiencing. Before I met Kody I was pretty content with my life, I was happy, I had goals, and plans to achieve those goals, then I met him and it was a whole new world view. The plan shifted, not altogether changed, but shifted, it now became our goals, no longer me but we, and we both tried to adjust what we wanted our end goal to be. I never imagined myself as a mom, not really, and at the time they were about 65th on my to do list, maybe it was my fear of failing as a mother, not being good enough, financially unready, or more like
Do you have a story that you love to tell so much, that you look for any reason to tell it? And all your friends roll their eyes, as in to say..."here she goes again." I have many. Most are about how cool my husband is, I just want everyone to know. One of my favorite "our stories" is when he proposed because it was just so perfect and adorbs. He gets me. Here's some background story for you. I love reading, I love the feel and smell of books (like for real I tried to convince Kody to have our reception at the Springville Library), and I collect children's books, I love to discover new ones, and it's one of my favorite gifts to get...just if you need ideas. I have a few go-to's when I'm stressed or just needing to feel free, one is running, one is chocolate (obvi), one is painting my nails, and the other is going to Barnes's and Noble to read children's books, and as I'm typing this I can see how that sounds creepy. I will hunker dow