Counting down

Summer break was almost over, and I was about to start my 3rd semester. I went to school about 20 minutes away, and My crush came to see me on a lunch break or two.

We would spend the whole day e-mailing each other about how we wished things were easier, and how amazing it would be to end up together.

 We took our breaks together everyday.

Any reason at all for him to come into my office, he was there!

It really was like a relationship...

I concentrated on school as much as I could but it had been a whole year now and the butterflies hadn't gone away.

My belly was getting bigger. I could feel my baby boy kicking.

The bigger I got, the more insecure I felt. The more unattractive I felt.

How would this guy continue to love me with my HUGE baby belly.

I heard several times that certain people thought the baby was his, but up through now, we had only kissed once.

and it was cut short.

I was getting off work at 10pm this semester since I had an 8am class.

On the days that he called in or left early (which was often)  we would meet outside
of work from 10-11pm, sit there and talk... The way he looked at me, even though I
was big and prego, I knew he loved me...

A few days later, he whispered into my ear: "I Love you, you don't have to say it back. I just wanted you to know"

I didn't say it back...

I admitted it later.

I did love him. It had evolved into love.

It was coming down to the end of the semester. And the end of my pregnancy.

I was so ready. I really do not like being pregnant. And for the last 8 or so months... I have convinced myself that I will not have any more.

My baby shower was coming up. That was exciting. I LOVE baby clothes, and little diapers.

I worked on invitations for days. My little man was coming soon...