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when my mother and
father were together. They both had big plans but that fell to the
waste side when my mother had gotten pregnant.
    When Things got too tough
she walked out and never looked back and somewhere inside me I
feared Grant may do the same…or possibly me. He pulled me into his
arms, “Woman unless the good Lord says otherwise I’m not going
anywhere. I would never leave you, you hear me? You’re supposed to
come to me with any and everything I’m your man…Matter of fact I’m
more than your man I’m your husband, lean on me.” I wanted to
believe it, in everything he was saying. Take those words and wrap
them around me but fear still lingered in my heart. “You know kids
have never been my strong point.” I told him. It was Sad but true,
children tended to need so much and I was willing to give so
little. “I’m sure we can deal. Two heads are always better than one
right?”
    I smiled at his
self-assurance. Grant always had so much confidence in himself and
me. “Yeah baby, I’m sure we will be great parents one day.” He
smiled. I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. “Well there’s no
time like the present huh?” He looked at me with that silly
expression he always wore when he was excited. “Looks like I need
to go to the bookstore and buy Parenting
for Dummies .” I burst into laughter. “You
better, we are going to need all the help we can get.” I brought
that delicious mouth of his to mine. “Hey.” I whispered to him. “I
got something I want to tell you before we do this.” “I know I love
you too.” He said kissing me again. “No, I don’t do dirty diapers.”
“Oh.” He chuckled. “Thanks for the heads up.”

    Blurt…..Well there goes
lunch. I grabbed some tissue and wiped vomit off of my mouth before
flushing the toilet. It was mid-august and I was already two months
pregnant and morning sickness was a bitch. For the most part, I was
actually pretty calm when I started noticing changes in my body.
Grant made me take like five different test just to be sure we were
expecting, which wasn’t a problem since I had been peeing like a
horse day and night. Of course Grant was ecstatic, he nearly cried
when the doctor gave us the first sonogram. I was happy he was so
excited about the pregnancy. He had already been working on the
nursery and I wasn’t even in my third trimester.
    “ You ok in there?” Megan
asked knocking on the bathroom stall. “I’ll be out in a minute.” I
barely stood up before rushing back down to the toilet and puking
again. I tried to pull myself together. “Damn this kid is kicking
my”…blurt. Megan laughed “Yeah I can tell. How far along are you
again?” I exhaled “About two months now.” I was still shocked how I
got pregnant so fast; I figured Grant had some super swimmers or I
was just too damn fertile.
    I made it out of the
bathroom stall to the sink. Seeing Megan’s face was like a breath
of fresh air, sometimes I thought she made going to work easier to
deal with… even a joy. “Well good thing you’re still early, you
won’t miss the upcoming events…But how much time do you plan on
taking off?” She inquired. I took some facial powder out of my new
Chanel purse. “I don’t.” Megan jumped back like she saw I bomb in
my bag and was ready to alert security. “You mean you’re going to
work all through your pregnancy?” I laughed at her scared face. “Of
course I can’t physically be here but I have worked a few things
out with the magazine. I can still get a lot done from home.” Megan
still looked concerned. “You don’t think you’re putting too much
stress on you or the baby?” I fixed my hair in the mirror and
thought about what she had said. “Well it’s not like I’m doing
anything physical….Everything will be ok.” I knew Megan was still
worried but she eased up. I knew what I was doing, and although I’m
expecting a few fights with my husband over my workload I am not
backing off. Things