Honestly, it can be overwhelming. I have three babies who need my attention with four more on the way. I don’t know how I could possibly take care of my family when I’m this outnumbered! And I’m extremely anxious about the birth. Sure, I’ve done it before, but that was with just three babies. I look enormous, and we’ve still got quite a while until the due date. I just hope nothing goes wrong... and to make matters worse, their father,
hasn’t been around since that night. It would at least have been better had he stuck around for moral support.
And then, I saw him. He ran up to me one day, and I was ready to berate him, blame him for everything, and shout at how all my anxieties were cause by him. But before I could, he got down on one knee and pulled out a ring.
Finally, the day is here, and I’m far less concerned about what could go wrong. I feel supported and safe. I don’t know why I’m wearing a dress, but I don’t care about that. Honestly, I’m just looking forward to seeing how it all pans out, with my friends and family by my side. There’s only one question on my mind right now:
