It’s always been in the back of my mind, the invisible finish line, the one where there are no applause or hands thrown up in victory. Instead it’s just me, holding on to my knees and gasping for air. I've been pushing and pushing and running but somewhere in the distance that final red line has been looming.
It didn't come without struggle, sometimes the thought of not being the one to carry our baby was so foreign and painful just the thought of it made my skin crawl. But then out of nowhere, Venessa asked if I wanted her to start trying and I said yes without hesitation or time to realize what was coming out of my mouth.
We told people immediately, threw it out there like we were planning a weekend trip. She’s having our baby! It’s happening next month! Holy Yikes! Not entirely sure how I feel yet.
The next chapter has begun; hopefully this one will have a better storyline and a happier ending.