I never thought about having babies. I assumed I’d be a mom some day; that’s what women do, I thought. But, holding my baby and clothing my baby and naming my baby: these things never came to mind. I never even oohed and ahed when a new mom showed off her newborn. It’s a baby, I thought. There are millions of them in this world! What the heck is the big deal?
Well, it’s a big deal now because I’m knocked up, yo! Boo and I planned it and it happened in just one shot. He often looks at me, rubs my nonexistent baby belly (I’m not showing just yet!) and says, “One shot, one shot.” That’s all it took to change my entire life.
I’ve never felt a love like this before, and my baby isn’t even here yet. I’ve never protected someone so much. I’m going to be such the Mama Bear when Baby Escudero arrives.
I am a mommy-to-be and I am oh so happy with my bundle of joy, bun in the over, and whatever other cliche I can throw at ya.
I’ve also been very lucky thus far. My pregnancy has been a piece of cake. No morning, afternoon or night sickness. No cramping or bleeding. No mood swings. Well, I did cry one day after Boo playfully said he didn’t want me to join him in the shower. I felt so rejected! Damn hormones.
Aside from that one snafu, I feel really great. I’m excited to feel the baby kick and to hold my new love in my arms. I have the support and love of the man of my dreams, a man I always new existed and patiently (well, not really) waited for. And my family, especially Mami, is thrilled.
So, mommas, I get it. I now understand what all the fuss is about, why you can’t help but talk about your baby all the damn time, why you inundate my Instagram and Facebook feed with baby selfies, why you want to buy out Babies R’ Us. I get it. Because being a mommy-to-be has changed me, my perspective and my life. I’m now the woman who goo goo ga ga’s at a baby, pinches its cheeks and imagines herself holding her own flesh in blood in her arms.