My son was 6 and a half. He was wonderful. (still is) Behaved, loving cute little boy. When I had him I realized how important it was to space out your children age wise. Why? Because if you don't you will miss a lot. Newborn stage cute and tiny. Toddler stage trying to walk, walks says single words. Terrible 2's they understand "no" storta they talk more and repeat a few things you wish they wouldn't and learn to count and know how to identify shapes and colors. The 3 year old stage, they say tons of things speak in whole sentences and can still be carried. The 4 year old stage, you realize that they are no longer babies sure they are your baby but when you say " my baby" while your speaking to another adult and they see a huge walking talking kid next to you they give the "WTF are you kidding?" look. Finally you hit 5 and it's time for them to go to school. This is when you think hmm maybe its time for another baby. Atleast I did. Only one problem. I wasn't dating a marriage material person. Sure he was nice but marriage within the next couple of years wasn't in his vocab.
Once I realized that I moved on and figured I would just stay single. May as well I was young and worked full-time and had been for a few years. I met a guy I liked but I wasn't looking for anything serious neither was he. Turns out we fell in love. Then I found out I was pregnant. I was sick. Oh so sick. The smell of subway drove me crazy, it did while I was pregnant with my son too. The smell of the food court by my job was impossible for me to walk into because of the combination of subway, panda express, del taco, starbucks and wendys was too much smell for me to handle. I ate crackers so much to make the icky feeling go away. I wanted a boy. Your probably wondering why if I already had one. But I wanted another boy because my entire life I have been scared of having a daughter. I'm not a girlie girl. I'm not into doing my hair all the time or wearing dresses and heels. My biggest fear about having a girl was the fact that I'm a bad hair styler. Yes being a bad hair styler is what scared me the most about having a girl. I knew though since I was so flippin sick my odds of having a boy weren't good. It just felt so different from the last time. Once we had the ultrasound and the tech said "there's the burger, it's a girl" and my son said "I knew it" and my mom had told me she was hoping I had a girl the idea I was having a girl was still hard to sink in. I would go shopping and couldn't help but think how much more I liked the lil boy clothes verses the lil girl clothes. I couldn't pick a girlie stroller or playpen I chose a cute light cream color ones with soft drawings of tiny hippos and other safari animals. But this lil girl inside my tummy made sure I knew she was different compared to her brother. She would move so strange sometimes it seemed like she was trying to hide. She also made sure I had allergies while I was pregnant. Never in my life had I had allergies. I though in had the flu for days and finally when ton the doctor and she said it was just allergies. I couldn't breath, I would have the worst cough attacks that would cause me to puke.
I was just dying to hit 37 weeks because I knew that if she came anytime after that she would be healthy and safe. But I knew I sure didn't wanna wait till I was 40 weeks to pop. Oh no I was way to uncomfortable. My due date was June 26. It felt so far away I wanted to pop in May. I started going for walks and doing squats even while I was at work. The day before I had her I went swimming as much as i could.
I woke up at 6 am and felt a slight strange pain. But said screw it and got up, got ready and drove my hour drive to work. On my way there I had a few more of the strange pains but nothing to painful. While I was at work I was pretty sure it was contractions but I knew the drill you show up to the hospital to early your screwed because it turns into a waiting game. So I waited and hoped that my water wouldn't pop because ugh that would be embarrassing. I made it thru my shift crossed the street to Ballys casino to drop off my deposit and clock out. I went to the bank then off to the hospital. My mom and husband met me there. I was 3 cm when I got there. I was so disappointed I thought I would be further by then. They checked me, IVD me and put me in a room. I went thru 12 hours of labor with my son with out pain meds. I was crazy I know. But I was also 16 when I had him and my best friend told me I could do it without pain meds, so I did. Ouch!! But this time I had good insurance thru work and no way. I was getting pain meds. The doctor was shocked that I was ok with such a low dose of meds. By 745 I had to push and my doctor was nowhere to be found ahhhhhhhhh! If you've ever tried to hold in a baby it freaking sucks! Finally she showed up and after a few pushes our lil ball of fury was born. She was perfect. Ten toes, ten fingers. Just perfect. We named her Mia Monroe. We both liked the name Mia and I'm the biggest Marilyn Monroe fan.
Now fast forward 3 years later and the lil ball of fury is 3 and talks, sings, plays with the iPad and loves YouTube. She's awesome. She was born pretty bald but now her hair is long and pretty and I'm learning lil by lil how to style it better. She has my looks and my husbands bad attitude and clumsiness. What a Great mix!
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