It was a little over ago, that the Meester and I had the “should we have another child” discussion. I was on the fence. I wanted another, I thought, but I really wasn’t ready to have another. The Meester on the other hand, gave me a “maybe” answer to pacify me, but really, he was pretty content with just having the Mini.
Well, we all know how THAT turned out.
It was just about a year ago, that I thought “hey, let’s take a pregnancy test, just in case.” I had a weekend of drinking lined up, I didn’t really think that anything would come of it. I figured it was just a snowballs chance in hell of a precautionary measure. Imagine MY surprise when I saw that faint second line. I think I laughed this nervous laugh, like, “you have GOT to be fucking kidding me.” The Meester said the same thing, but his tone was much more angry. I never thought the pregnancy would last, either.
I am not a religious person. I don’t believe in any sort of god. But I firmly believe that this child wanted nothing more than to be born. She is a complete attention whore. In a good way of course. Deep down I knew I was having a girl, right from the beginning. I couldn’t really explain it. I can’t explain anything about this pregnancy, except that we had sex, I got pregnant, the end. She is as happy as a clam if you’re paying 100% of your attention to her. And if you’re not, well, hell hath no fury…. Her most favorite place in the world is saddled up to me in some way, shape or form. At times it’s exhausting, but overall, she is just so happy and funny, that I don’t really care. And my favorite part of the night is when she snuggles up in bed next to me.
So, happy anniversary, Little Girl, to the creation of you. Thanks for wanting to be born. You round out our perfect little family so nicely.