7 months
It’s been 7 months since the baby exists inside there, 7 months since our lives are not the same, not even a bit. I remeber my life, what I did, what I had before and I see it empty, senseless. I remember I could understand the ones that had kids, I remember I could understand what it was to be a mother, but I didn’t, and I still don’t; everything I thought I knew before about it is wrong, completely wrong. You cannot explain what it is to be a mother or a father, and trying to explain it is useless: the ones that have kids don’t need an explanation and the ones that don’t have kids will not understand it until they eventually have kids.
I remember when I found out that I was pregnant. I went with the test to tell B. and he looked at me with the specific look he has in his eyes when he doesn’t understand a thing. I remember him asking “What does that mean?”. I was starting to freak out, I didn’t believe it, and he kept telling me that it would be ok, it would be fine. I couldn’t believe it, I bought another test, positive, I went to the hospital to ask for a test, positive. It was all so unbelievable. Now, 6 months later I know it will be fine and I know that our lives have no sense without the little alien I carry inside.
2 months and we will see him, we will hear him cry (maybe too much), we will hug him and we will be parents, young parents, good parents. I know that we will have to give up things, lots of things, and that we could have enjoyed more our youth, but still, we still have the hope that with 30 years we will have an 8 years old child and we will be able to enjoy our youth in a better way.
Alex is a gift for us, he will make our lives better, shinier, and we will try to give him everything a child could wish for: a good education, common sense, scalextric cars, passion for the music and lots of things we have to share with him. We are anxious to welcome him home.
