Perfect

We were settling into this life. I decided to sign up for classes at the local community college. I went in and picked a light schedule of 2 math classes a spanish class and an economics class. While He had a great job that had him home by 4 and and not working weekends. We learned the bus routes and knew they could take us practically everywhere.

This was perfect, except for the nightly arguments over stupid stuff like what I had made for dinner or my favorite about where the toothbrushes belonged in the bathroom. One day he came home from work and I looked at him and said "I'm pregnant!" I was about 8 weeks along. I was very scared because I was afraid that there was something internally wrong with my body that perhaps would not allow me to carry another child. I was sad and felt one because I didn't think anyone in my life could understand the pain I had gone through or the fears I was experiencing.

I had a sonogram scheduled for the following day. It was to relieve my fears and for someone to tell me that everything was going well. He had asked me once what I wanted to be and I told him perfect. and that's just it, I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted to start a family I wanted to carry a baby I wanted to be perfect.