I have a boy :)
After nine months of not really grasping the concept of pregnancy, motherhood, marriage, house chores, I delivered a baby boy.

He is the WORLD. When he wakes up, I feel like my life has a meaning. Although waking all night and being in pain are not things I appreciate, I'm just thankful that God granted me with such a blessing. I tolerate all the pain only for him.

And while being in all this mess of delivery, I had a perfect husband by my side. Sharing every moment. I saw his smile when he say our baby. You'd know he'll make a great father when you see him hold the baby. I love the way he hugs me when I'm in pain and caresses Adam when he's crying.

And I just discovered that I am the most "clingy" person on this planet. I hate to feel distant from him. I don't want to stay here anymore. I wanna be with him, at home, and beside him in bed. I want the three of us in bed together in our cozy room, with no intruders, no one but us. I love his coziness. I feel safe while he's around and I love everything about him.

I love that I fold plastic bags the way he taught me to. I love that I learned to lower my voice while talking, be patient, eat all the food in my plate, and take his opinion in everything I do. I love that I am turning into him. I love that I'm his. I love him. He is the world. They are both my World. If I keep thanking God forever for such a blessing, it wouldn't be enough. I am thankful. El7amdolelah :D