Dear Diary,
Some time has passed since my last entry.
As of late, my fears of never meeting the child I am carrying now have grown much stronger... and, though I try to uproot them with reassurances that I will meet the little surprise, so far all of my attempts have failed... I know, deep down, that I will meet the child, that I will get to know them... that the child will get to know me...
... yet, for some incredulous reason, the fears do not go away... they are stopped for a time, yes... but they come back... much stronger each time...
One day, I will come to terms that the fears I hold now are nothing but that. I... truly wish that day will come soon.
I've enough to deal with, what with the moodiness and other things that come with carrying a child within, the need to run my shop, and the loss of my father-in-law... these fears are making it incredibly difficult for me to truly enjoy the knowledge that there is life that has decided I am a good choice to grow within.
And I want nothing more than to be able to truly enjoy that knowledge... I love my husband, and I love that a child has decided to surprise us already, and... and I love the little one already... *whatever was written here has been made a blotch by a teardrop... several, in fact*
... I should go rest, for now...
- Bretthera
