Motherhood Mondays: The Wait
The Wait: Women think a lot about the day that they meet their husbands, get married, and start a family. We imagine what we will look like pregnant, visualize the cute conversations we will have about the baby, and think about bringing that baby home from the hospital. These cute little pictures are what cause the baby fever.
Pregnancy; by far the most challenging months of my entire life. I didn’t think about this part. I didn’t once think about the massive pain I would be in and the months of waiting for not just a baby, but to feel normal! 32 weeks and 3 days baked…this is the final countdown. Everyday I watch the minutes on the clock waiting to go back to bed so another day will have passed, and then another week, making the end that much closer. I am excited to meet the little person that we created, but I am beside myself thinking about that little person no longer shoving its legs up against my ribs, and punching my bladder making me feel like I am about to wet my pants every 5 minutes.
I did the last big load of baby laundry yesterday and as I folded the little bodysuits and paired together the little socks, I thought about packing up my diaper bag. Then, I thought about packing my hospital bag, then Bryant’s hospital survival bag, then slapped myself because we still have at least 4 1/2 weeks before Kinsey is allowed to think about exiting my uterus.
We are waiting. Bryant said to one of his closest friends the other day on the phone “we are just getting ready for this baby. Seems like every decision we make is related to this baby.” I think Bryant is done with the pregnant part too. We are prepared, as prepared as we possibly could be, and now we are ready for me to not feel like total garbage. Last night, Kinsey was doing what felt like summersaults, and Bryant and I watched my stomach do freaky alien like things and it was in that moment that I knew Kinsey was over it too. I’m speaking for her, but I believe she wants to know what the crap is happening out here.
We are just waiting and mastering the art of completely faking patience.
