So, my husband’s cousin is pregnant and anytime someone I know is pregnant, I get spike in my baby fever. I am currently 2 days late, so now the spike is even higher. There’s a lot going on and we have already been doing a “que sera sera” type of ttc for over a year. (Probably not spelled right, sorry.)

Well, yesterday, we were in the car on our way home when my heart starts beating really fast because my brain started bringing up my worries because I was late last month but af arrived right when I was getting excited and planning when to buy a test and how I would tell my husband. So I was thinking about how it might just be late this time as well but then the spout of “what if’s” started flowing. What if I am preggo? And I got excited and worried at the same time. Hubby notices and asks me what’s wrong. I tell him and at first he pulls a funny voice while saying I worry too much, not condescending, just trying to make me laugh to take my mind off of it.

The moment passes and then out of no where he goes:

“I hope it’s a boy. Then when we have a daughter, he can be my backup when she starts dating.”

YA’LL!!! He has NEVER talked about what he would like first, mostly because we can’t control that, obvi, but this made my knees weak in a way that I didn’t think possible!