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.
Yes.
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.
