Well 40 weeks has come and gone and to say I am happy this "beautiful" journey is over is an understatement. As I air quote beautiful, because yes its beautiful you are helping God create life and that's something amazing the human body can do. But I don't believe pregnancy is a beautiful thing, you gain weight, you can't control when you have to go, you can't eat certain foods, say goodbye to fitting into your favorite butt jeans or that crop top you loved so much, maybe its the fact that you can get heartburn by breathing or the fact your feet swell twice their size. All of this changing in really a short amount of time, the constant people invading your space, rubbing your belly, strangers coming up to you wanting to know your life story, no more will I be "Macy" let me introduce you to my daughter or my cousin "Isaiah's mom" or you know her she's "Isaiah's mom". I can say goodbye to my privacy after having complete strangers look at my lady parts or my long showers, the days when I slept in until 12:00 or the gifts that were actually for me, how Christian and I plan around someone else schedule or having to ask like we are on 9th grade again if we can go on a date just so someone can watch Isaiah. Your entire world changes and yes with time as he gets older we will slowly gain "freedom" and I'll get my body back along with my privacy. But all of this really has no meaning to me, I can go with out sleep, privacy, my body does not define me as a person, nor does the fact that I lost my name. Because I will look down at something that's apart of me, I will look into the eyes and hold the best gift God gave me and to me everything has been worth it.