Today was my Baby Shower. It was wonderful. I had so much fun, and to see my parents get along, and the smiles and laughter and guesses as to what the gender of my baby is, it was all wonderful.
Today, as I logged into deviantART, I realized that my journal entry about being at Furry Weekend Atlanta had gotten deleted. It's no big deal, really, I do think I accidentally did it myself. In it's place was my entry from Christmas Day, the day I announced my pregnancy to the world. It was ironic and made me smile, and it once again made me realize how happy I am to be welcoming this child into this world. Just 4 more weeks, and who knows, maybe sooner. I am on weekly appointments now, my Braxton Hicks contractions are getting more intense, and my bones are opening up to allow passage of my little miracle. The reality still hasn't sunk in, but the love I feel for this child is most certainly real.
I admit, I am terrified. But it's a good fear. I know that, because of this fear, I will do my best to raise my child and be a wonderful parent. My lover, I know, will do the same. I never thought I would be with a man like him, but I am happy, we are happy. I know we have our individual issues, but together, we can overcome anything, and I know that we will.
The sad part is, my child will need to go through certain kidney tests after birth. We are hoping for the best, and are very glad we caught this issue now. With any luck, no treatment will be needed. It's not a severe issue, but it's enough to make me worry. My child will have a wonderful quality of life though, regardless.
I am so happy with this chapter of my life. I cannot fathom things being any different than they are now.