The big suprise

  Finding out I was pregnant with Damian was quite the shock.  I was going through a divorce with my ex husband which had been in holding for a year.  I was living with my now current husband and we were in quite the situation, we wanted children in the future but were going to wait until we were more stable with finances.  We had been using birth control and I had always wanted a baby badly.  I remember crying that month because I had felt cramping and hated having my cycle.  I remember crying that 'I didn't want my damn period' and the gods must have heard me because it didn't ever come. 
  After several days of not wanting my period and realizing it was abnormaly late I scooped up the change we had and bought a test.  I had taken them before due to trying with my ex husband for many years to have a family and knew what to do.  At 3 or 4am I had to pee and figured it was morning enough.  I took the test with me on my way to the bathroom and low and behold 2 lines!  I was so happy that I woke Carl out of bed and showed him the test, blinding him with the light.  Needless to say, he was grumbly about being woken up at that particular hour (who would have guessed) AND being blinded by the lights, he confirmed that I wasn't blind and the test was positive...and went back to bed.  I took the second test the next day and it, too said positive (I didn't wake Carl up in the middle of the night that time) so I was pretty sure that meant I was preggers.  We were both happy and figured that it was meant to be and we were excited about the future.  I dreamed of having a big, blue eyed, baby boy. 
  At about 6 weeks into being pregnant I went almost instantly from feeling like a hungry tapeworm had taken over my body to feeling neon green.  Everything that had any sort of smell made me feel sick.  This remained the entire 9 months.  Throughout that 9 months I was always happy to be a 'soon to be mom' and never had an ultrasound to confirm what I would be having...aside from a baby.  I traveled with Carl on a truck (since he was a truckdriver) and that was quite the interesting experience for 9 months due to motion making me sick too...but I passed time by reading to the fetus and playing through my abdomen with the energetic little thing.  I always told people I knew that I would be having a big baby boy.
  When I became a couple days late of my due date I took a trip to the hospital and desided I would let the doctors make sure everything was okay.  They couldn't even measure him on the ultrasound he was so big and they desided that I should have a c-section before leaving the hospital due to his size...yes HE. 
  I had the scarey c-section which I had dreaded, it wasn't pleasant but it was worth it to be able to be a mom.  On april 15th of 2009 Damian was born in the washington DC area and the was 9 1/2 lbs of lively boy.  He was the most beautiful, amazing thing I had ever seen.  I still laugh when I remember the big bright eyes and how I couldn't stop staring at him.  Carl kept telling me I needed to rest but I didn't sleep for days because I kept staring in disbelief that my dream of having a baby came true. 
  Damian was my whole word and I lived to be his mom.  I stayed at home and raised him without babysitters and just loved watching him develop.  He was an early walker, figuring out walking at 8 months and an early talker...learning the word adada at about 2-3 months.  I was always called mamum and his favorite fruit was bananas (nanas).  He loved pasta, rice, fruit and his vegetables and was eating them all between 6 and 7 months very well.
  Damian was sick only once from a cold and that was november of 2010, didn't require a doctors visit...in fact it was a couple sniffles and wiping his nose for about 3 times and it was over.  Me and his adada were sick for 2 weeks. 
  Damian loved to dance and run around with his footsie pajamas only on his arms.  He enjoyed watching his tv shows and making music.  He had a drum, an xylophone, and he loved to strum my guitar...he also loved splashing water across the entire bathroom during bath time while screaming at the top of his lungs in joy.  He also loved to eat and was a child of curiosity.