Ok, so I'm not quite 28 yet (ugh that seems so old right now! I feel like I just started college, how can it already been 10 years since the start of senior year in high school?). But I will be the big 2-8 in just two days.
Andrew and I aren't big gift people. I give him more things than he does me and that's ok. He already told me he didn't get me anything for my birthday and that's just fine with me. Want to know why? Because I am finally getting what I want this birthday.
We joked about it yesterday at lunch (he wasn't feeling well so I got some company at home!). He told me that he hadn't gotten me anything and I said, "fine, you already gave me what I wanted."
Want to know what I wanted last year for my birthday?
A baby.
Obvi didn't get a baby which was hard after going through a few rounds of Clomid with no success.
Want to know what I wanted for Christmas?
A baby.
I desperately wanted to be pregnant and share the happy news with our families on Christmas. We had just gone to the fertility specialist (hard pill to swallow at 27 and having to go to a specialist) and thought it might work that month. I even went so far as to buy a test on Christmas Eve. Guess what... no baby, shock.
But this birthday? I'll be celebrating 29 weeks pregnant with a sweet, bouncing little girl.
And this Christmas? Will be baby's first Christmas!
So as I approach the big 2-8 and am getting closer and closer to the big 3-0, I am feeling so lucky and blessed because we finally have what we have wanted for so long.
love this :)
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