We
are now getting to the point in the pregnancy when there is nothing that can
really make my wife comfortable and, therefore, there is no way that I am going
to be comfortable. Sleep is sporadic at best and the smallest amount of stress
(completely unavoidable at this point) cause the occasional contraction. While
that may be worrisome to many, we are at the point when this is a completely
normal irregular thing to happen. It’s when they become regular that we have to
considering hauling to the hospital.
We
still have some things that we need to take care of around the house but,
overall, everything seems to be under control. With that said, there seem to be
things that will come about every other day that just throw all of our plans
out the door (where they are stomped on and lit on fire). I guess that is just
another way to prepare us for having a baby in our life… you really have to
take things as they come once he arrives.
The
doctor appointments are now every week with the mad rush out of the office becoming
more and more difficult but still completely manageable. And so far, with the
exception of a few times when we have had to wait a little longer than usual or
reschedule due to weather, everything has checked out and our son is happy, healthy,
and active to the point that even the nurses are surprised. The doctor actually
considers our son’s development completely normal… I guess he shouldn’t get
used to being described that way given the family around him.
It’s
funny that many of the conversations that I’ve had with people they all expect
me to be nervous and ‘not ready yet’ but, above all else, I am excited to see
and hold our son. As each day passes the anticipation grows and the nerves
subside ever so slightly. I don’t expect this to be easy but I am looking
forward to his arrival probably more than anything else that I have waited for
in my life.
I
wish that was the only thing that was going on in our lives right now but
nothing in life is ever easy no matter how smoothly things may seem to be
progressing at times. We have to take the bad with the good no matter how hard
it is to handle. With everything that surrounds us and occupies our days, I can’t
wait for that moment when I can hold our baby and forget about everything else
that is going on in the world (even if he decides to poop on me).
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