Daddy's Little Girl

First the 2 lines…

Then some confusion… and then some more confusion and then the smile…

The feeling takes time to sink in. The fears take time to go. A lot of time. Maybe 9 whole months?

Then there is the pampering… and a lot of it.

Attention and a lot of it.

You change, your life changes… getting into the smallest denim is not the agenda in the morning…

But packing food… and lots of it, is.

Eating right, sleeping right, reading right, and laughing right is the focus…

A small 'aah' can get your husband to rush to you :)

And waiting for it to kick becomes the most important wait…ever...

Slowly you empty your wardrobe of all the clothes that made you look hawwt awesome…

And replace them with clothes which make you look mommy awesome…(u still look hawwt though)

Life changes. Is an understatement.

You have a whole new set of things to fall in love with. Your round and big and beautiful belly, those sonography photos, the daily dose of kicks, and a doting father-to-be :)

But somewhere you wonder if you indeed are ready for this?

Inside of you, you still feel like the Daddy's little girl … who has her own set of tantrums, insecurities… 

who needs  pampering herself… who is actually self-centred and at times could not care beyond herself…

Is this little girl ready for the biggest responsibility ever? 

Is she ready to grow up and be this mature woman she now will have to be? 

Will this little girl be able to do what is needed here, well?

And somewhere a voice says to her - 'yes she will… '

And not despite of being that little girl, but because somewhere she still has that little girl in her :)

Touchwood.