I’m officially halfway through this pregnancy, and the mix of emotions is real. I’m not sure if it’s just the double dose of hormones or what, but some days I’m floating with excitement—imagining my baby’s tiny fingers and all the snuggles to come. Other days, I’m overstimulated with doubtful thoughts:
Am I truly ready to become a first-time mother? Will I be able to raise a child in a world full of joy—or will it be one of struggle? I still don’t even know for sure what I’m doing with my life… how can I be trusted to bring life into the world?
It’s a beautiful, confusing, humbling space to be in.
Is It a Girl or Boy?
My partner and I found out the gender of our baby on my birthday—April 1st. We decided to keep it intimate and meaningful with just the two of us over dinner. A local baker made us two cake pops filled with either blue or pink—blue for a boy, pink for a girl.
My partner said he didn’t mind either way, as long as the baby was healthy. And while I believed him, I knew deep down he was hoping for a boy—most men do. As for me? I was open about it: I wanted a girl. I loved the idea of having a mini bestie—someone I could go on girl dates with, pamper, and raise into the confident little princess I knew she’d become.
After devouring our steak and lobster, it was time for dessert—the real main event. We closed our eyes and bit into the hard shell of the cake pop, revealing the soft filling inside… it was pink! We both lit up with joy, smiling from ear to ear. The restaurant applauded, the waitress rushed over to congratulate us—and in that moment, I knew I was getting exactly what I wished for on my birthday: my baby girl.
The Mindset Shift
The moment I found out I was growing a little princess, my heart swelled with joy. I immediately started browsing the cutest outfits, bows, and tiny accessories online. But beyond the glamor, my mind began to shift into something deeper—what kind of woman did I want to raise? What values did I want to teach her? What examples did I want to set?
I want her to exude confidence. I want her to be kind, thoughtful, and respectful. I want her mind to be sharp and her spirit strong. And then it hit me—if I want her to master these divine traits, I have to embody them myself. I have to show up as the woman I want her to one day become.
The Clock is Ticking
Lately, I’ve found myself reflecting on the past:
Why didn’t I choose a better major in college? Why didn’t I go for that master’s program? Why did I quit that banking job?
But then I catch myself—what’s the point of crying over spilled milk when soon, I’ll be pumping it? I’m meeting my baby girl in 20 weeks. The countdown is real. It’s time to stop second-guessing the past and start preparing for the woman I’m becoming—the one she’ll one day look up to.
You can’t change the past. But you can shape the future—and that’s exactly what I’m doing.
Congratulations on your beautiful princess
As you know there is no book on raising children, as long as you put God first you will be fine. You are going to be a amazing mother 🥰🥰