Baby Beisch is very special. We were told that we couldn't have children. Like most doctors it was well we can try this see if it works, if not try that. By this point I was so done with being a lab rat, that I said to Rob "I'm done. What's meant to be will be. If God wants us to have a baby it will happen when it's meant to."
So we stopped trying. On Halloween I found out I was pregnant. I couldn't decide if it was a trick or a treat.
I have had an easy pregnancy compared to some people around me, but as it is my first time out I have complained........a lot.
The biggest thing has been adjusting to the fact the world will no longer revolve around me. I like to do what I want when I want. As time has gone on and Baby Beisch grew, it become easier to say no to a new pair of shoes and say lets get that for the baby.
What amazes me is that people think I am going to stop being me. I currently have two people that keep me looking the way I do. Romy is my nail and lash tech, then there is Trin who does amazing work with my hair. People think I am crazy and very selfish for deciding that I will keep this up after the baby is here. Why not?
What is so wrong with wanting to keep me looking good? Last time I checked there is no handbook for motherhood, so nowhere does it say I have to be frumpy. I have rocked heels most of my pregnancy.
I am what I am.
With two weeks to go the nursery is no where near done. Not even started really. And I am not sure I am ready for this. I like order in my life, and its all about to go out the window. I have even started to cook (more on that in another blog)
But ready or not life is about to change.
