I was walking down the street when I heard a woman say this to her friend. They were both 30ish, well-dressed. It was around 5:00 p.m. on a Wednesday in Center City Philadelphia, which means Center City Sips. They were probably on their way to happy hour. I was coming back from ordering four (that’s two orders) of Korean tacos from Giwa on Sansom Street. Today marks one week and one day since I’ve found out that I’m pregnant and so, I guess I’d have to agree with them. I don’t have a dog. And I don’t plan on getting one within the next nine months. But, god willing, in nine months I will have a baby.
I cannot express how happy I am that I’m pregnant. But if you would have asked me three years ago or even two if this is where I thought I’d be at 29, I would have thought you were crazy. I’m not married yet (I hope my boyfriend is reading this). I am in a happy, healthy relationship with my boyfriend.
I wouldn’t change my situation for the world. But these waters are not always easy to navigate. Especially now that soon there will be a new member of this family in the picture. So follow along with me from the earliest stages of mothermood (right now that means to me making sure I don’t eat anything I’m not supposed to) to the new life that will start when baby arrives. I cannot imagine that this life is unique to me. So I hope you join in the conversation.
-emilie