I stared at my reflection in the mirror before putting on a shirt. A few weeks have passed since we found out that I'm expecting and my little hump is growing and soon we'll find out the gender of the baby. The excitement was boiling from inside of me, for the first time in my life, I'm quite curious to see how my future evolves.
We've decided that we wanted to go old school with the gender revealing of the baby. No cakes, no surprises, no balloons, etc. We want the doctor to tell us on the spot so that we can tell our family.
I slipped on my shirt and started looking for Ryder as we had to leave, my mom was throwing a little get together party for the family and she wasn't a patient woman. My mom and I have decided to put our differences aside for the baby because face it, I need a moth
