40. Emily
emily
T he move to our new home was relatively simple.
Our friends were more than happy to help after we bribed them with pizza and beer.
Amanda kept me company while Jason and the guys moved all the furniture.
We sat in the kitchen and watched her son play on the floor.
He’s about ready to walk, and every time I look at him, I can’t help but think that we’ll have one of our own soon.
My chest fills with an indescribable warmth I didn’t know I was capable of.
I still have a couple of months before what I’ve started referring to as D-Day, as in delivery day.
Having to move into a new home so close to D-Day is not something I would recommend to anyone else.
It’s been stressful trying to make sure everything was perfect.
We already let our landlord know we won’t be renewing the lease in February.
He’s had a few people come by to tour the apartment.
I’m not worried he’ll have any trouble filling the vacancy.
We found out the gender of the baby a few months ago.
It’s been hard keeping it a secret, but with the new house and moving, I thought it would be a great opportunity to have a combined housewarming and gender reveal party.
Ben and I want to keep the guest list small since we won’t have much set up in the house.
My parents said they’d be there, and I’m looking forward to the party.
I t’s been a week since we moved into our new home, and the gender reveal and housewarming party is today.
Our parents, siblings, and close friends are in attendance.
I’m sitting on the couch, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by the people that I love.
I’ve been feeling more emotional lately, and I can’t blame it solely on pregnancy hormones anymore.
There have been so many things that have happened throughout the past few months that make me feel so thankful for what life has given me. Who knew I needed my heart broken in order to gain so many amazing things?
When it’s time to cut the cake, Ben hands me the knife so I can do the honors. I try not to make a mess of the gourmet cake I had custom-made from the same bakery that had made Ben’s birthday cake. I know as soon as people see the inside of the cake, they’ll know the gender.
I slice a small triangle and pull it out. I plate the cake and turn around to show everyone.
“It’s a girl!” someone screams. Everyone starts to cheer and clap, and I hand the knife back to Ben so he can continue cutting slices to serve everyone.
I grab the piece of cake I had and step over to my mom’s side. She’s been quiet, but I’m glad she came. I offer her the slice, and she hesitantly takes it from my hand.
“It’s a girl,” she breathes. Tears form in her eyes, and she looks down at the pink layers with white frosting. She accepts the fork and takes a bite of the dessert. I’ve never been happier to see someone eat cake.