*When I started to write this post I didn't know it would get so wordy, so please accept my apologies in advance and I hope you don't mind that it has turned into two part post...
At 22 years of age I had a clear vision of what my life would be like. I would get married to an awesome guy and we would have awesome kids and an awesome life. Yes, I was naive to say the least, because at 22 you just don't think of anything really going wrong. And yes, you have some set backs in life but basically we looked forward to becoming parents (well I did), having nice home and a happy life.
Andrew and I didn't have kids till 5 years after we were married. It actually took me that long to convince him that he wouldn't suck at being a dad. My first pregnancy was a real surprise and sadly, I miscarried at 7 weeks. Andy could see how much I wanted kids and because he loved me he agreed we could try again. My pregnancy was... Lets just say being pregnant was not one of my favourite experiences. I was relieved that I actually got past the 7 week stage without loosing him and I loved feeling him move inside me, but that I am afraid, was about it. I hated that my body changed so much and I really just didn't feel myself. It was an awkward and not a enjoyable part of my life and it was nothing like I thought it would be. There was one thing I was sure about though, I was certain that we were having a boy. We never even looked at girls names and after what was literary a minute of looking in the book, Andy picked out Brandon and I picked James (for my dad). We had always loved the name Brandon and we also like the fact that we could shorten it to BJ if we wanted.
Around this time I fell pregnant with Cameron. I must admit that I was enjoying this pregnancy much more than my first and that nagging feeling? Well, I just put in the back of my mind and only thought about it every now and again when BJ did something that was... Not quite right. BJ was a very energetic child. Ever seen that EverReady battery bunny? Well, he has nothing on my kid! BJ would climb everything. He loved been up high and if I didn't keep an eye on him he would be out the front door and off down the street in a flash. He had also started to walk a lot on his toes and flap his arms by now, but Andy and I just thought that it was really cute. So at 8 months pregnant I was running around after this little boy that was so full of energy and who kept me on the go from sunrise to sunset, life was very interesting to say the least. Cameron Scott was born on the 6th of September 1999. He was 2 weeks early and after 2 false alarms arrived in half an hour of my waters breaking and no... There was no time for drugs! Cameron was everything his brother wasn't. He breastfed easily, he loved cuddles, slept well and was a calm, be it very chubby, beautiful baby.