7 more weeks

Seven more weeks until Olive is brought into this world. Is it wrong to say that I'm absolutely terrified?

I have a million questions racing through my head each time I think about it, "Will I be a good mother?" "Will it come naturally for me?" "Am I going to be able to cope with this extreme life change?" "Will my relationship with Vaughn change?" "Is she going to be a "good" baby?" (I put "good" because all babies are technically good, just some are a little more demanding than others) "What if I don't feel that instant bond with her?" 


Now don't get me wrong, I am extremely blessed to be having Olive. I am very thankful that God gave me this opportunity, especially since I didn't think I could even have children (Thanks to doctor's assumptions). Olive is a miracle and I thank God every day that she is healthy and growing bigger each day. 

I know my life is going to be full of joy and most likely an excess amount of love, but I can't help feeling a bit sad as well. No one is prepared for motherhood. There are no "How To's" or "Motherhood For Dummies", it doesn't work like that. Each child is different, each mother is different, each family is different. I've always wanted to be a mother, but I feel like it all happens so fast! 
One minute- you find out you're pregnant, the next- the baby is born. It literally feels like these past 33 weeks have flown by in the blink of an eye...as if I wasn't paying attention enough to notice. But I was. I cherish every little kick, every hiccup (Which she gets many times, daily), every roll, every swift kick in the rib (Even though it's not too pleasant). 

To any new mother out there, all I need to say is this: Love and record every moment, because the moments are all that matters.