I was not prepared...

When I was a kid I loved to pretend to be a parent, as many young children do. I had a cabbage patch doll and she was my "daughter". I spent years excited to grow up and have my own family. However, as I got older I started to dislike the idea of being a parent. I figured I was too focused on myself all the time and I just wouldn't make a good mom. I pretty much kept this thought process up until I met my fiance. He changed everything... because he knocked me up. When I found out I was honestly calmer than I thought I would be... I had a feeling that he wasn't going to abandon me... especially since he was more excited than I was at first. I spent the first trimester puking in my room. I spent the second trimester so excited but also had this "it's-all-a-dream" feeling. I had the same feeling during the third trimester, but I also had heartburn and a mixed excited/terrified feeling as well. When I went into labor the feeling only intensified with each contraction. 9 months and 4 days of pregnancy with 13 hours of labor and I was not prepared for how much I would love her. I was not prepared for the rush of emotion I got when they laid her on my chest. I was not prepared to spend every second terrified that something could happen and I could lose her forever. I was not prepared for any of this, but I have loved every second of being a mom so far.tl/dr: I was not prepared to love my daughter so much. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/3aHJnl1