The World Goes On

So here's a little background..... Before I got pregnant and the inevitable derogate -cute, before I got married and hatefully respectable I was a party freak... That is to say that I was a drinker, a smoker, a club hopper, a boyfriend picker up n dropper.... And then I met a man, at a party... But this guy was sooooo different from all his predecessors in that he was totally and completely sane.... Somene who thought, felt and let the doors of his life open for me... So when he asked me to marry him, to home and meet his family I kinda fell out of my chair and straight into this marriage... I was still the party person I used to be...fresh out of college and thinking I'd a little time to spare frikking it out with my 'husband' .... That's when the bomb dropped.... N the stick told me, 'up your's!!!' n somehow the nausea turned out to be a blessing in disguise.... I dropped my partying ways like hot potato.... The first few months were great I started to think as the novelty of my big news wore off and suddenly everyone was back to the life that I thought I'd been happy to leave behind and I was where I was, pregnant, belly out and mostly all alone.... My husband Bruce as I call him is a sailor and was keen on getting some downtime before ge went back to work and though it made sense I was selfish enough to want more.... I dulled like a child that mine was the only life that had changed(I know.... What did I expect?) Another visit to the gynec loomed and the mood in camp preggers was dark and gloomy.... I can tell you that it got seriously worse when I realized how much weight I'd gained... But then it wad time for the ultrasound and as always as soon as the probe caught hold of my lil one's heart beating harder than ever I found myself again... Somewhere the technician was telling me the baby was about 7inches long and perfectly normal... What's perfectly normal to a mother I ask you.... There is a baby and it's getting bigger jet listening to your heartbeat and drinking up all that good juice from you and waving it's little hands and feet around.... It's telling you... Hold on ... I need a little more time n then I'll be in your arms and the word can move forward, backward or upside down but I'll be your baby and you will be my mother and that is all we need for now, isn't it? So the next day I waddled out to a mall, bought myself a 'what yo expect..', a pair of bigger jeans and a tiny little pink new born romper suit...( everyone said it was bad luck but I did it anyway) and somehow everything was right with the world again... I was never gonna be lonely again..... :)