Ok so now there are 4 days till her due date. Though if she’s anything like her mom or dad …she’s gonna be late. Thats ok though…I’ll bite back my excitement….and be patient. I wasnt sure if it was ever possible to be this happy. To have such an overwhelming sense of happiness, and contentment. He’s been great throughout this whole time. It’s kinda funny to me now that when I first found out I was scared of his reaction. Scared that he may not want a part of this new life. I cant believe I ever doubted it for a second.

She responds to him so well. If he pokes my stomach she’ll kick back, but if he rubs it…she calms down. No matter what I do she always responds by kicking me :p …so it seems she is already daddy’s lil’ girl. My best memory so far is how one night he came home from work at 1:30am I was so exhausted I only woke up quick enough to say hi and then I fell back to sleep. He sat down on the couch in front of where I was laying. His back against my stomach. So at about 3am I finally woke up again with my stomach being really tight and uncomfortable. He turns around to rub my stomach with me groaning …”No, dont touch it yet…she’s hurting me right now” …then he tells me about what shes been up to…she had spent the past few hours kicking him very hard in the back…(at this point she was still kicking extreamly hard) so he proceeded to rub my stomach and say hello to her like he does every night. As soon as he did that she immediatly calmed down. Quit kicking me and went to sleep. He tried to lean back against her to show me what he meant by how much she was kicking him before … but nothing happened since he had finally said hello to her. The look on his face was priceless truly. The look of awe when he realized that all she wanted was him to say hello. The look of tenderness when he realized that she already knew who daddy was. I think it was the first time that this all felt truly real to him.

When I talked to him about it a few weeks later…going back over what I saw from my perspective… He told me….” It was the first time I bonded with her…It wasnt about you at all (he did not mean this offensivly) …it was about me …and her…and how she reacts to me even though she is still in your stomach” He’d probably kill me for saying this…but the guy who I have only ever seen shead a tear once…actually shed another tear…the first of many I’m sure for his baby girl…

I hope as she grows older she realizes how much both of us love her. Actually I know she will.

And so I continue to sit here patiently…waiting till I can see her face…till I can hold her in my arms…till I can see the look on his face when he holds our daughter for the very first time. I wait to see how we will grow as a family… Knowing that our love will help us weather out the many storms I’m sure we will face. But we can do it all together…

I always had my family….but now I also have MY family.