My pregnancy was fairly uneventful. I didn't have much morning sickness except for being very tired all the time. Everything happened like it was supposed to happen when it was supposed to happen. After a while my mom and everyone else got used to the idea of me having a baby and I started getting a lot of baby gifts. I did the typical mom-to-be thing and read just about every pregnancy and parenting book I could get my hands on. While doing that I happened to glance at the 'When the worst happens' sections. They really shouldn't put those in normal pregnancy books because my head started filling with all sorts of 'what-if's'. A couple times I even went to the doctor just to hear the heartbeat. Thankfully, even though I couldn't stop worrying, nothing was ever wrong with the baby.
On June 7th (6 months along) we had the second ultrasound done. We had the first one done on January 12 to make sure everything was where it should be. This time we were going to find out the sex of our baby. My mom and mike came along for this huge event and when the doctor said "it's a girl", I couldn't stop smiling. I would have been glad no matter what he said, but deep down I really wanted a girl. After that Mike and I began picking through names until we finally agreed on Kayla Danielle (Danielle for my dad, Dan, who passed away in 01) with my last name. The reason we gave her my name was because we had split up by then.
Mike's sister went in to labor a month early and had her baby on July 27th. We were visiting them in the hospital when I thought my water broke. We rushed back to our hospital (I had to drive) in almost a panic because I still had more than a month to go. But it was a false alarm.
I had my baby shower on August 4th and it was wonderful. I got so many great gifts for the baby, so much so that I was pretty much set for the first 3 months. After that all there was left to do was wait until D-Day. |
