Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Every Man Needs an Heir. Or Heiress?


Just like I suspected it’s a GIRL.
I guess you can say my motherly instincts have already started kicking in. (just joking)
Nontheless there it was clear as day on the ultrasound screen that my boyfriend would not be getting the little male cub he had envisioned he’d have. He’d instead have to settle for Nala. And then I sadly thought of how there would be no football games or catch outside or wrestling in the living room. Daddy would have to opt for princess pageants, tea parties and ballet class.
That made me worry.
Doesn’t every man want a little man of their own? Since the beginning of time, a male heir has been important. History shows that. King Henry VIII of England had his wife Anne Boleyn executed after she failed to give him a male heir to take over the thrown. There’s always an abundance of chinese girls availalbe for adoption since the country have a one child per family policy, and boys of course are desired more. Now there’s also the option of babies by design, and I’m quite sure boys are number one on the couple’s list. But I could be wrong.
It still made me think and after thinking about it, it all came back to “everything happens for a reason,” which I do strongly believe in.
Taking proper care of one woman is hard enough. We see that on the regular. Men not being faithful to the women in their lives, trying to take on more women, when all along he can’t maintain the one he has. There’s also the man that has one woman but doesn’t respect her or love her. So if one woman is difficult, two women must be a monstrosity of a task. And yet God has entrusted him to take on this task. God has trusted him to not only take proper care of me, but more importantly take proper care of his daughter, who will need him more than I ever will.
So maybe an heir isn’t all that important. Besides he’s been blessed with an heiress to raise.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

A New Me



It's been months since I've updated my blog and that's because life sort of got in the way. Working 40 hours a week as a reporter, can be tiring. (I can't imagine working more hours like most reporters normally do) My weekends are usually spent, laying around the house, doing absolutely nothing constructive.

But come very soon even that will change. I'm embarking on a journey many women before me, and many women after me will embark on.... The journey to motherhood. That's right. I'm pregnant. Surprised? Yeah, so was I when two pink lines showed up on the home pregnancy test I'd taken.

I thought the test was wrong; wasn't sure if I wanted it to be or not. And now 22 weeks later, here I am with a very pregnant belly occasionally feeling little thumps from a very busy baby.

A million thoughts, questions, scenarios run through my mind on a regular basis. Before ever really feeling any movement I often wondered if something really was inside of me or was every tests in that box defective. Now that I feel him/her moving, I try to imagine what he/she is doing, how he/she is moving and why. Not knowing the gender of my baby isn't the only big question racing through my mind. Like most parents-to-be, I wonder if my baby will look like me and act like me or more like his/her daddy. I imagine conservations we'll have when my baby is all grown up. I probably imagine and think about everything possible!

But there is probably one thing that baffles me the most, how is it possible to love someone so much despite ever meeting them?