It’s interesting how time seems to expand and contract whenever you have a huge event that’s coming up in your life. Sometimes it seems like time is flying by and the event is going to be here before you’re even ready for it, and sometimes it seems like time is slowly grinding by and that light at the end of the tunnel just isn’t getting any closer.
Comparing having a child with anything else I’ve ever experienced is hard to do, but regardless, I keep comparing it to going on a flight to your dream vacation. I suppose that’s just how my brain works, always having the need to reference something uknown against something tangible, even if the scale is completely disproportional.
Like any dream getaway, there was a lot of planning at first, and the act of planning was in itself plenty to keep us occupied. Do we want to know if it’s a boy or girl? When can we tell our family and friends? What doctor are we going to use? What hospital? When do we tell our employers? The list was extensive.
But now, we’ve entered into the ‘Hurry up and wait’ phase it would seem. There’s not a whole lot for us to do, until the arrival date gets closer. The room is ready, the How-To classes are either booked or have already been taken, and the names have been narrowed down. I feel like our plane isn’t cleared to land yet, and we’re circling overhead waiting for the runway to free up. I can see our destination down there, and it looks amazing, but we can’t quite get there yet.
That’s not to say that being in this holding pattern isn’t exciting. I’m still learning something new every day about pregnancy. Some of it I wanted to know, some of it I didn’t, and some of it in some gray area in-between.
They say the journey is just as important as the destination. Well, our flight’s been on time, fairly smooth, and one hell of an experience, but I know this flight is going to flip that old proverb on it’s ear, because this destination is going to be absolutely amazing. I’m ready to land.
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