This is an entry into Kristen (Motherhood Uncensored) and Rebecca (Girls Gone Child) Baby Shower Contest. I am a HUGE fan of Rebecca’s blog and her book Rockabye: From Wild to Child. So this is an incredible honor and I couldn’t resist entering.
My pregnancy, minus the 80 pounds I’d gained, was perfect.
I loved the idea that I was creating a human being. And all the while, working full-time. Not to inconvenience myself, my body chose 6:00 p.m. on a Friday night, to start my labor. Just one hour before I’d left the office after finishing a major event I’d planned.
The anticipation was killing me. I couldn’t wait to meet him, my first baby, my first son. His name had come to me in Target of all places. I’d just found out he was a boy. And as I ran my fingers across a bundled cluster of blue outfits, so small, so unreal, the name echoed in my mind. I still can’t explain it. But I knew it would be Benjamin. I later found out that my great-grandfather, a Cherokee Indian, was named Benjamin.
I day dreamed constantly about him. About the moment when I would finally get to hold him in my arms and the moments when he would become a boy and then a man. I couldn’t stop patting my belly, feeling for a foot or an elbow, trying to create a bond before he even arrived. [click to continue…]
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