Hello, Everyone. Since this is my first blog, I would like to give you a little bit of history about myself and my life. I was 18, and felt completely alone. I had just gone through a huge separation from my ex-husband. Needless to say, I ended up pregnant in the end. All I wanted to do was set my life back the way it was. I spent endless time crying, being angry, and just simply not understanding how a week before this point in my life everything was fine. So at least I thought. My ex immediately had no problem letting me know that under no circumstances did he want to be a part of my life or our baby’s. I was devastated and didn’t think I could ever move on. Very quickly I realized I had to, for the sake of the child growing inside me, now nine weeks along.
Now, about my family: They believe themselves to be the best matchmakers on the planet. Not that this is even remotely true. So I met many men, thanks to the endless matchmaking, to, of course, no good end.
Finally, my sister-in-law decided she was sure she had found me the perfect guy. Mind you, I believe that to be crazy. However, she said he was “the one.” So being very suspect of her idea of “the one,” I was hesitant at first, but went for it anyway.
When I did meet Chris, he didn’t even mind that I was pregnant, which was definately a first.
We quickly became each other’s best friend, spending hours talking on the phone, and spending any free time together that we could. Our relationship instantly blossomed into love. Not knowing what this meant for my child. Until this point, my child alone, remember.
I had made up my mind that the very next time that I saw him I was going to bring the subject up of where we were going with this relationship. What did my child mean to him? Was he going to become dad to my child, or did he just want to be with me? Until this point every guy I met would end up dumping me because I was pregnant. No guy had wanted to be a dad to my child.
I wasn’t exactly looking for something or someone for that purpose. I couldn’t help but wonder if that was where this was going. I didn’t want my child to one day become attached and, in return, all my child would be was a problem that he didn’t want.
To my entire surprise we were sitting on my bed that very next day, getting ready to have this talk. The baby started to move. Chris put his hand on my tummy, felt the baby move for the first time, and said, “Yeah, you just know that daddy is here,” and, “Yes, hello, little one, daddy loves you.”
My heart melted into a millions pieces, and I was so happy and relieved beyond belief. From that point on it was full speed ahead, and we fell even more deeply in love. We found out “our” baby was to be a little boy, whom we named Thomas Cole (his daddy’s middle name), and so he was later born a beautiful 6.8 pounds. Any man can father a child, but it takes a special man to be a dad.
We moved in together, got engaged, and very romantically I might add. He is now my husband.
When things couldn’t get any crazier, our son just barely turned nine months old, and we found out that quite by accident that I was five-and-a-half weeks pregnant again. I was PETRIFIED and was definately not ready for another baby so soon.
Chris refused to believe that I could get pregnant by one accident, until my first ultrasound. After a couple of weeks we adjusted quickly and once again fell in love with our new baby. He turned out to be another boy MUCH to our surprise (that’s a whole other story). We named him David Andrew, and he will be three in October of this year.
I am now pregnant with my third. I am very excited, and this one was planned, so much easier to cope with. I am due the 25th of January, 2010. I am hoping for a little girl this time, but we will see.
I hope everyone enjoyed this first blog of mine and all the ones I will be writing in the future. Feel free to contact me anytime with comments, questions, or anything on your mind.