Ten years ago this week I finally bit the bullet and went to the OB about my pregnancy.
I had known I was pregnant.
Very pregnant.
But this was my first non emergency appointment regarding it.
We recorded the visit.
All the visits.
We can hear the nerves in our voices as we ask questions, you can hear the baby’s heartbeat, I forgot the nurse was kind of a smart-ass.
Brought back a lot of memories.
It was also this week that we contacted our attorney and the daddies.
We talked to them for the first time in a video chat.
One of them was very distant (he admits now that he thought we were trying to scam them),
One was super friendly and we bonded over a love of old TV shows and an interest in baking.
We started talking everyday after that.
The one that was standoffish warmed up.
They came to visit in person and we knew they were the ones.
We continued to record every doctor’s visit for them and they’re all in my phone today.
Popped up in my “memories”.
So I’ve been boo-hooing this morning.
It’s really not tears of sadness.
Of course, I miss him, everyday,
But I’m more just happy about the way things turned out.
In situations like this you do your research and hope for the very best, but never know.
I couldn’t have imagined things better.
We have his daddies to thank.
Anyway, thanks phone for an emotional morning.