Excitement doesn’t even begin to cover the emotions threatening to burst out of Geoff and me.
There just aren’t words to describe the fullness of joy and eager anticipation and lying awake at night smiling at the ceiling.
We’re going to be parents…
There also aren’t words to quite describe the nervous jitters and worries and fears and what if’s all packed into that statement. “We’re going to be parents.” Wow.
But mostly, there’s a feeling of overwhelming love.
It’s amazing the strength of love already binding us to that little lime-sized baby hiding in my belly. We haven’t even met the little tike yet, but already love him or her with everything in us.
I can’t even wrap my mind around what it will feel like to hold our child in my arms for the very first time.
We’re having a baby!
It’s all I can think about.
My mind is hopped up on baby like a coffee-junkie on caffeine.
I’m either swooning over thoughts of rocking my sweet child to sleep, or wondering about maternity clothes, labor pains, car seats, and beyond. One minute I’m wondering if my baby bump will ever start showing, and the next minute I’m stressing about how we’ll handle parenting in our increasingly hooked-on-the-internet world.
My thoughts range from the ridiculously superficial “I hope my face doesn’t get really fat during my pregnancy” to the more profound “what habits do I have now that I wouldn’t want my kids to learn from me?”
No joke. My mind goes there. And everywhere in between!
I am still absolutely blown away by the tiny miracle growing inside me. There’s a baby in there!
And so the adventure begins…