I wasn't prepared for the anticipation of it. Once we decided, the want came along - naturally - but I didn't realize that once we started moving toward the event itself, I'd be quite so eager. I want to be pregnant. I want to have a child with Wes and see what that child will look like, how they'll act. I want to find out what kind of mom I'll be.
Part of me (the rational part, maybe?) is scared half to death too. Because what if I'm a TERRIBLE mom. What if we have a terrible kid who throws tantrums nonstop and enjoys throwing food? I really don't know. Right now I'm wishing and I'm hoping and I'm keeping my fingers crossed. So wish us luck and pray that I keep firm hold on my sanity (I'm trying, honest!).