Girls these days aren't encouraged to be mothers. We're told to be accountants or doctors or journalists or lawyers. We go to school and learn how to become professionals, then we are unleashed into the world of employment brimming with enthusiasm for the people we are about to become.
A decade later, we have a career, maybe a house and a partner, and the next thing on the to-do list is to start a family. But to go from a woman whose life has been selfishly focused on attaining her professional dreams to a woman whose entire life plan has been usurped by a big blue cross on a pregnancy stick is something for which the school lessons and board meetings do not prepare us.
This diary is my attempt to let go of the person I've been and to embrace the person I am about to become. A mother. And hopefully a great one.