I got 87 more days until my first born and I’ve so overly excited, ive been just sitting in his room waiting as if he’s gonna pop out right there. Sometimes I’ll sleep there and my husband will just join me on the floor because he thinks I’m sad over himself. He doesn’t understand I can’t wait a second longer... I mean I don’t even understand myself why I’ve been so “different.”

When I was one month pregnant, I wasn’t all that excited or interested in knowing more about the newest edition to the family, 7 months later, I’m realizing there’s no such thing as happiness if my new unborn isn’t apart of my life.

God must be working on some hefty magic; defiantly if he’s got me believing in him. I don’t believe in him, but lately I’ve been praying and idolizing his greatest creations since I got pregnant.