Since we’re starting to go viral here, and the only person I know (in person) who reads this is my mom (Hi, mom, if you see this), and she knows, I’ll just put this out in the universe.
My older daughter is having a baby.
She’s the one that graduated last year and is working on her second semester of college right now. She’s due in July, and I’m so bittersweetly happy and sad about the whole thing that I’m not sure how to handle it.
1. She’s only 18, and I was looking forward to seeing her set free upon the world, to follow her dreams, not to water her put them all off until her child(ren) are old enough like I did.
2. She’s having a baby, and I get to see it (actually, 80% probability of a him) every day.
3. We get to break it to the rest of our little piece of the world this weekend. I’m a little nervous about that. So far there is mostly support for our situation about everything, but I’m worried about everything, because, that’s just what I do, I suppose.
Mostly, right at this moment, I’m in a pretty calm place. Kind of ignoring my job when I’m not there, doing the best I can when I am, and thinking about what we need to do next. Get through the ultrasound. She wants a baby shower in the beginning of May so that her college friends can come. Yikes.
Let the planning commence, I guess!