Barefeet in High Heels

If you've ever been pregnant, you realize the anxieties associated with carrying a child.  Will the baby be healthy?  Will I be a good mom?  will he/she grow up right?  Will they have good morals?  Will I scar them for the rest of their lives by continuing to have sex when I'm pregnant?  (Uh, yea.  Just wait 'til you pregnant.  If it doesn't cross your mind, you KNOW it'll cross your husband's.)

And then the real kicker...will I have an ugly baby?

I know what you're thinking, and NO, I don't believe all kids are cute. I'm dead serious when I say that some babies are just plain ugly.

No, I'm not evil and say, "Oh, what an ugly child." How dumb do you think I am?

(By the way, pregnancy hormones are the least fabulous thing in the world.)

But I do not lie and tell them, "Oh, what a pretty baby."  I say something more like..."OH, he looks just like his daddy." (teehee)

Apparently God found it in his heart to not torture me with an ugly looking child.

I have a cute kid.  I mean, really adorable kid.  Just look at that face.

Seriously...I have a cute kid. 

Thank you Jesus.

Now I'll just be praying about the second one...