I have so many things to tell you, I don’t know where to start. I still can hardly believe that I get to meet you and hold you in just a few months! You are already so precious to me, and every poke and prod and fluttery kick brings a smile to my face.
That smile may change to a grimace once you’ve gained a few pounds and aim those kicks at my already-harassed bladder, but for now, your tiny flailing still makes me grin.
Twenty-one weeks have already passed and we have about nineteen left to go before we get to hold you in our arms and look into your sweet face. In the meantime, let me tell you a little bit about our journey together so far…
March 2nd, 2013
I suspect something – in a hopeful, wishful, just maybe, maybe, maybe kind of way. I convince myself to wait a week before I check.
…the next day
I realize that a week is a ridiculously long time. What was I thinking? A single day is a much more palatable length of time for this kind of eager and anxious waiting – don’t you agree? It’s a Sunday morning, and I’m getting ready to go to church. Your daddy (already ready for church of course, since he’s a man) is relaxing on the bed – oblivious to the chaos of thoughts inside my head. I make a split-second decision just to do it – I need to know now before the suspense kills me!
…5 minutes later
I slap my hands over my mouth and stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I’m pretty sure my heart stops. My brain starts silently spitting out joyful gratitude in the direction of heaven while my eyes begin to well up with tears.
I. Can’t. Believe. It!
…5 minutes later
I snuggle up to your daddy (still lying on the bed, still oblivious) and ask him what he’s doing. I receive a grunt in reply. After another question or two, with progressively better responses than the first one, he is informed that I would like to talk.
“What do you want to talk about?” He asks.
“This,” I say, and – without further ado – reveal what he has since unromantically dubbed ‘the pee stick.’
His eyes get wide and a grin spreads across his face as he says, “Oh yeah?”
“Yep,” I nod and grin as tears slip down my cheeks. I lean in and kiss him and whisper, “We’re having a baby…”
…to be continued