*No, that’s NOT me 🙂
Leave it to a great song to get you in the mood to write about something. Of course I spend many hours a day lately thinking about this baby growing. This baby that doesn’t actually seem real yet but I know is real because he squirms around in there all the time. What else would it be? Right? There’s a tendency to want to wish away these months — not because I hate pregnancy — but because I’m anxious to meet him!
So this Brad Paisley song came on and I couldn’t help but start tearing up thinking about it…you gotta listen if you want to get the vibe of this post 🙂
*Also, listening to Brad Paisley and country music takes me back to my younger days, when I would dream about having a family but had no idea how I would actually get to that point so it’s sentimental to me in that way too (back before all this career stuff happened!)
I finally get what parents mean when they say they can’t wait to meet their baby. Because until he’s out of there, he’s a big mystery in so many ways. But I’m realizing, there’s something so magical about this time too. For Rick and I to guess and dream about what this little boy will be, the possibilities are endless. Will he have blue eyes or brown? Freckles or none? We have a mixture of genes that could produce such a variety of outcomes. We wonder, will he rambunctious or laid back? Will he be very talkative or quiet? Will we ever look back on these words and chuckle at all the wonderment?
We realize we’ll never get to be expecting our first child ever again. I have this feeling the first one is just different than the others. Everything is brand new and exciting, so many expectations yet so clueless on what they should or shouldn’t be. No bit of advice that anyone else gives you can really prepare you for what’s about to happen. It’s all just words until you get there, that’s how I feel about it at least.
Life is pretty much the same as it’s always been right now and I know it’s all going to change. It’s exciting and scary. The older you get, the more ingrained into your own lifestyle you get — and we’re like…kind of old. No, not really, but we’ve certainly lived many years of adulthood without children so jobs, weekends, schedules, routines are all going to be upended. We’re ready but I’m approaching it kind of like a massive wave headed straight for me, bracing myself to ride the wave even though I’m not quite sure how it will feel.
Who will you be, little boy? I’ll never have these moments to dream and wonder back. I know I will remember this as a special time so I’m trying to recognize it for what it is now. All we know is, we’ll never be the same again now and we’re couldn’t be happier about that.