My husband, Patrick, and I started dating fresh out of high school the summer after we graduated at the ripe age of 18. We were young and in love, ready to conquer the world. Five years, two college degrees, and a big Catholic wedding later, there I was in our tiny two bedroom apartment with our two pseudo babies, our boxers Clowie and Boo Radley, who were sweetly adorned in homemade signs that read, "Guess what? Mommy is pregnant" anxiously awaiting my new husband’s arrival home from work. I will never forget the look on Patrick's face the first time I told him he was going to be a Dad. That day, our world turned upside down and we began the road of parenthood together, hand in hand; once again ready to conquer the world, only this time with our child, and God willing, future children by our side.
On February 24th, 2012 at 7:32