I was one of those women who knew before I could get the test to agree with me, that I was pregnant. Alec and I had weekly dates the entire time he was inside me, that's still one of the most special times in my life. I read to them both, each having special books. I picked out special stuffed animals to be their first "best friends" I decorated nurseries and I talked and sang to them constantly. I even spent time journaling all my hopes, fears and joys of being their moms.
Being a mom, it's what I was created for. I think in so many ways, I'd waited for that moment all my life. I remember being a child with my dolls and knowing that was all I wanted to do. As a teen I used to daydream in the baby section of department stores. I'd look down into the crib displays and try to envision my baby in there. I remember wondering what it would be like to be pregnant and to have an infant. I remember imagining family gatherings for the holidays where I'd get to bring my new baby, but in my naivety, that's as far as I ever dreamed.
It never even occurred to me then that my babies would grow up, or that I'd have to teach them things. I never imagined the heartache of discovering dyslexia in my oldest, or the anxiety my youngest would suffer from. I never imagined home schooling. I never imagined decorating their rooms. I never imagined all the
