Fears, feelings.

As I lay next to my husband, feeling our daughter beat me up from the inside all I can think about is how our lives are going to change in 4 months. Don't get me wrong I'm happier than every to feel these little punches and kicks daily and I know my husband and I will be the best parents we can be, but a part of me fears it all. I'm scared that once our daughter comes we won't hold hands, cuddle or kiss each other. I fear that we'll become distant. I hate having this fear and it makes me feel like a horrible person for thinking like this.. Everyday, I bring this fear up to my husband and all he says is "we'll cuddle, there will just be three of us. We will kiss, hug and hold hands, that's how we'll show our daughter we love each other and that's marriage is all about." I don't even know if any of this makes sense. Ha..

Just had to get this off my chest a little bit.

Goodnight, y'all ☺️