Having a baby is the most wonderful thing in the world. The funny thing is, I went most of my adult life believing that I didn’t want kids. It was going to be great. I’d have lots of disposable income. I could fly to Paris on a whim. I could go on adventures and take risks. My ultimate goal (and is still kind of a dream) was to be on the show Survivor, yes, the reality TV show. Although my strategy to win based on sex appeal may need to be modified. For some reason, the C section scar, excess weight, and less than perky breasts don’t seem to attract those 20 year old sexy male tribe mates.
Then I met Chris. I knew the moment we met that I was going to marry him, but I did not foresee having a daughter with him.
Don’t get me wrong, she was not a surprise. Well, not exactly a surprise anyway. We had been trying for 10 months, and had reason to believe that we would not conceive on our own. It’s funny how doctors can be wrong about these things.
When my little miracle arrived, she had a full head of dark red hair and blue eyes. It was a stunning combination. It’s amazing. I stare at this little one every day; yet, I barely notice the small changes. One day, when my daughter was 14 weeks old, I looked down and she had a full head of light brown hair. I know it happened gradually, but missed it. To me, it seemed to have happened overnight. It’s amazing how easily we can get caught up in our daily lives and forget to notice the little things.
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