In December of 2003 we bought our first house. I was going to school full time to become a speech pathologist and nannying for a little 2 year old girl part time, the Big One was in 2nd grade. Life was good. When my mother in law went on vacation the end of January, right after the Spring semester had started, her yellow lab stayed with us. By the time she came home, The Big One and I had convinced the husband that maybe we should get a dog. I started making plans for what kind of puppy I was going to get.
The beginning of February I was exhausted. Having a hard time making it through my night classes. I figured being a mom, nanny, and full time student was taking it's toll on me. Then it dawned on me, I might be late. So, I stopped on my way home and bought a two pack of tests. I took one. Instant positive. I took the second, just to be sure, yup, still positive. The husband was quite happy. I was in shock.
The next morning I called my mid-wife's office to schedule an appointment. Her nurse asked for what. I told her I thought I might be pregnant. To which she asked what made me think that. My reply "the two tests that said I was". She laughed and said that yes, I was probably pregnant. I then said "all I wanted was a puppy".
October 19, 2004 after a long night of back labor, at 6:26 a.m. my Bubba came screaming into the world. He was not happy about being born. But we were so happy to finally meet him. I may have wanted a dog, but what God had in mind was so much better. I didn't know that something in my life was missing until he came into it. He is the sweetest, funniest, most genuine little boy I have ever met. I start and end my day snuggling with him, and I can't imagine my life without him. He is my reason for being most days, as is his big brother.
All I wanted was a puppy. But what I needed was a Bubba.
Happy 6th Birthday Bubba. I love you.
The beginning of February I was exhausted. Having a hard time making it through my night classes. I figured being a mom, nanny, and full time student was taking it's toll on me. Then it dawned on me, I might be late. So, I stopped on my way home and bought a two pack of tests. I took one. Instant positive. I took the second, just to be sure, yup, still positive. The husband was quite happy. I was in shock.
The next morning I called my mid-wife's office to schedule an appointment. Her nurse asked for what. I told her I thought I might be pregnant. To which she asked what made me think that. My reply "the two tests that said I was". She laughed and said that yes, I was probably pregnant. I then said "all I wanted was a puppy".
October 19, 2004 after a long night of back labor, at 6:26 a.m. my Bubba came screaming into the world. He was not happy about being born. But we were so happy to finally meet him. I may have wanted a dog, but what God had in mind was so much better. I didn't know that something in my life was missing until he came into it. He is the sweetest, funniest, most genuine little boy I have ever met. I start and end my day snuggling with him, and I can't imagine my life without him. He is my reason for being most days, as is his big brother.
All I wanted was a puppy. But what I needed was a Bubba.
Happy 6th Birthday Bubba. I love you.
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