I am completly and honestly: happy.
I really don't know how to describe my life right now in any other word than this: happy. I love my new life with my son and my husband. :)
Being pregnant was a really ...interesting experience for me. It honestly changed my life a lot, in a lot of ways. I felt so tired all the time. I was constantly emotional. I became incredibly anti-social. I hated working, which resulted in me walking out of a job that I really enjoy and was really good at. Okay, well I didn't walk out because I was pregnant or couldn't handle it. I walked out because of all of the bad situations that I was thrown into. I was moved to a store that I didn't want to go to. I was forced to run that store while my boss was on maternity leave. I wasn't really ready for that, but I sure did it. While I was in my first trimester of pregnancy (ugh). When my store manager finally came back, she still forced me to run her store and do all of the hard work. I wasn't at my best, I was worn out from being pregnant and working 50 hours a week. I wish now that I had stuck with it, but I wouldn't change what I have now for the world. I truly love my life, no lies.
Back to what I was saying about being pregnant. I hated it. I was bitchy and huge and I hated most everything about being pregnant, except the thought that I was going to get a baby out of the whole thing, which honestly freaked me out. I didn't know if I was ready to be a mom. I didn't know if Danny and I had a strong enough relationship to have a baby yet. We had only been together for about 9 months when we found out that I was pregnant.
But you know what? Everything worked out. It all worked out, and everything now is better than it has ever been in my entire life. I made some tough decisions while I was pregnant, but I wouldn't go back and change ANYTHING. Not one single thing. I am so thankful to have Danny (my husband, fyi). He was my rock through pregnancy. He kept me going. He supported me, emotionally and financially. He constantly told me that everything was going to be okay and that we could do it. And we did it!
This entry is turning into something that I wasn't intending on writing. I was really kind of aiming for what things are like now, so I'm moving on. No more pregnancy talk!!!
Evan is doing wonderfully. He's 3 weeks, 5 days old. I love him more than I thought I could ever love anyone or anything. I find myself just staring at him, a lot. He's so perfect in my eyes. Even when I am forced to get up with him at 3am after only get an hour of sleep. He's a miracle. And he's mine. Everyone is always telling me that he's a perfect combination between Danny and I. I think they're right, yankow. He has a lot of Danny's facial features, but he has my eyes color and (apparently) got his hair color from my side of the family. I do hope that his red hair continues to lighten to blond. I much prefer the blond hair.
Anyway. He's doing really well. He's been sleeping almost all the way through the night. He always wakes up once for a feeding, but then goes right back down and sleeps until around 9am. He's eating well. He's a blessing, no lies.
I think that having Evan has done amazing things for our relationship. Don't get me wrong, we've been in love since we got together. I knew from the day that I met that man that I would marry him. I had a crush on him from the beginning. Even though we were both in serious relationships at the time. Even though I was only 17 and he had a 1-year old daughter. I knew that we would one day be together.
Finally, after three years of a casual friendship, we were both single. I found excuses to go visit him at his store, and constantly dropped hints. He didn't get it, he was so clueless. Ha. It finally took a mutual friend telling him "You know that she's in love with you, right??" before he put two and two together. When he called and asked me to come if I wanted to come over to his house after work one night and watch a movie and hanging out, I knew. I knew that things were finally going to fall into place. We talked all night that first night. I don't know what we talked about, but we just talked and talked. Two days later, he was at my store and Ellie (my best friend) asked him what he considered us to be. He told her that I was his girlfriend. And that was it. I moved in with him about a month and a half later. Things haven't been perfect since then, but they've been everything that I wanted them to be. He's perfect for me and I absolutely love him.
I keep getting off track because I'm tired. I'm still not writing about what I wanted to write about, but now I can't seem to remember what I really wanted to write about. It's late and I'm tired. I fail.
Anyway. Life is good today, and I hope that it stays this way.
Being pregnant was a really ...interesting experience for me. It honestly changed my life a lot, in a lot of ways. I felt so tired all the time. I was constantly emotional. I became incredibly anti-social. I hated working, which resulted in me walking out of a job that I really enjoy and was really good at. Okay, well I didn't walk out because I was pregnant or couldn't handle it. I walked out because of all of the bad situations that I was thrown into. I was moved to a store that I didn't want to go to. I was forced to run that store while my boss was on maternity leave. I wasn't really ready for that, but I sure did it. While I was in my first trimester of pregnancy (ugh). When my store manager finally came back, she still forced me to run her store and do all of the hard work. I wasn't at my best, I was worn out from being pregnant and working 50 hours a week. I wish now that I had stuck with it, but I wouldn't change what I have now for the world. I truly love my life, no lies.
Back to what I was saying about being pregnant. I hated it. I was bitchy and huge and I hated most everything about being pregnant, except the thought that I was going to get a baby out of the whole thing, which honestly freaked me out. I didn't know if I was ready to be a mom. I didn't know if Danny and I had a strong enough relationship to have a baby yet. We had only been together for about 9 months when we found out that I was pregnant.
But you know what? Everything worked out. It all worked out, and everything now is better than it has ever been in my entire life. I made some tough decisions while I was pregnant, but I wouldn't go back and change ANYTHING. Not one single thing. I am so thankful to have Danny (my husband, fyi). He was my rock through pregnancy. He kept me going. He supported me, emotionally and financially. He constantly told me that everything was going to be okay and that we could do it. And we did it!
This entry is turning into something that I wasn't intending on writing. I was really kind of aiming for what things are like now, so I'm moving on. No more pregnancy talk!!!
Evan is doing wonderfully. He's 3 weeks, 5 days old. I love him more than I thought I could ever love anyone or anything. I find myself just staring at him, a lot. He's so perfect in my eyes. Even when I am forced to get up with him at 3am after only get an hour of sleep. He's a miracle. And he's mine. Everyone is always telling me that he's a perfect combination between Danny and I. I think they're right, yankow. He has a lot of Danny's facial features, but he has my eyes color and (apparently) got his hair color from my side of the family. I do hope that his red hair continues to lighten to blond. I much prefer the blond hair.
Anyway. He's doing really well. He's been sleeping almost all the way through the night. He always wakes up once for a feeding, but then goes right back down and sleeps until around 9am. He's eating well. He's a blessing, no lies.
I think that having Evan has done amazing things for our relationship. Don't get me wrong, we've been in love since we got together. I knew from the day that I met that man that I would marry him. I had a crush on him from the beginning. Even though we were both in serious relationships at the time. Even though I was only 17 and he had a 1-year old daughter. I knew that we would one day be together.
Finally, after three years of a casual friendship, we were both single. I found excuses to go visit him at his store, and constantly dropped hints. He didn't get it, he was so clueless. Ha. It finally took a mutual friend telling him "You know that she's in love with you, right??" before he put two and two together. When he called and asked me to come if I wanted to come over to his house after work one night and watch a movie and hanging out, I knew. I knew that things were finally going to fall into place. We talked all night that first night. I don't know what we talked about, but we just talked and talked. Two days later, he was at my store and Ellie (my best friend) asked him what he considered us to be. He told her that I was his girlfriend. And that was it. I moved in with him about a month and a half later. Things haven't been perfect since then, but they've been everything that I wanted them to be. He's perfect for me and I absolutely love him.
I keep getting off track because I'm tired. I'm still not writing about what I wanted to write about, but now I can't seem to remember what I really wanted to write about. It's late and I'm tired. I fail.
Anyway. Life is good today, and I hope that it stays this way.