So we really are in the home stretch now. Tuesday will mark week 34 of 40 weeks of pregnancy. Last night I thought to myself that there are only 6 weeks left...unless this little boy decides to come early like I did, in which case that leaves our little family only 3-4 weeks before his arrival!
The whole time it has seemed so very surreal. It seems like not that long ago that I was still taking pregnancy tests at week 5 just to see those + signs again.
I remember feeling those first little kicks around week 17 and feeling blown away that there really is a little human moving around inside me.
20 weeks along and we had our anatomy scan and seeing him move and feeling it at the same time was almost overwhelming. And then they told us what we had been waiting for, we were having a boy.
When we got in the car to go home that day I asked my hubby how he felt about the appointment. And for one of the first times I think it started to feel real for him. Upon hearing that he would be having a son, G started to tear up, which is big for him. He's a big mush and a sensitive guy, but when it comes to outwardly showing his personal emotions he plays his cards very close to his chest.
They say that a woman becomes a mother as soon as she finds out that she's expecting, but a man becomes a father once he holds his little one for the first time.
I can see truth in that. As the mother, my life changed immediately once that test turned up positive. The day before we were being beach bums with half the CG station as they celebrated Memorial Day on holiday routine. For the first time in a couple weeks I felt pretty good. I came home from work early, found half the station in my front yard and after a quick smoke bummed from a neighbor we made our way to the ocean and I sat there with a cold, hard cider...
Well, that was the end of that, and life became all about the little one.
Time passed and his kicks and movements got stronger and G was finally able to feel him move from the outside. I think it freaked him out a bit. Somewhere after our 28 week appointment I noticed a change in him. He went from being a sweetheart and all about taking care of his tired uncomfortable wife to also talking more and more about baby.
Little gestures like resting a hand on my belly as we pass each other in the kitchen became more and more frequent. He started day dreaming out loud about what he will look like. For me, to see him start to bond with baby made my heart want to sing! Whether he knows it or not he's started to act more parental towards our animals, even talking to them like they are children. He mentions more often now how excited he is to meet our boy, and as he does so a shy little smile pops onto his face.
One of my favorite moments to date happened about a week ago. The sciatic pain I have experienced during this pregnancy has made me miserable, especially at night when I have to find a comfortable position to somehow fall asleep in. One night I rolled over the nerve just right that I almost went into tears as the pain shot everywhere.
Even though G was tired after a long day at work he helped me up and continued to try to massage the pain away while we watched an episode of Planet Earth. Once he was done I leaned back on him and we continued watching the show. I held my belly absentmindedly as I am prone to do, and he started just rubbing it in big circles all around. It only took a minute before the baby started pushing back and responding to his daddy's touches. And I could tell that G was seriously in awe and starting to fall in love. Inside my chest my heart melted even more and I think I fell a bit more in love with my husband than I already was.
As much as I am excited to meet our little baby, I think I am just as excited, if not more, to watch this precious man hold him for the first time and really become a dad.
The whole time it has seemed so very surreal. It seems like not that long ago that I was still taking pregnancy tests at week 5 just to see those + signs again.
I remember feeling those first little kicks around week 17 and feeling blown away that there really is a little human moving around inside me.
20 weeks along and we had our anatomy scan and seeing him move and feeling it at the same time was almost overwhelming. And then they told us what we had been waiting for, we were having a boy.
When we got in the car to go home that day I asked my hubby how he felt about the appointment. And for one of the first times I think it started to feel real for him. Upon hearing that he would be having a son, G started to tear up, which is big for him. He's a big mush and a sensitive guy, but when it comes to outwardly showing his personal emotions he plays his cards very close to his chest.
They say that a woman becomes a mother as soon as she finds out that she's expecting, but a man becomes a father once he holds his little one for the first time.
I can see truth in that. As the mother, my life changed immediately once that test turned up positive. The day before we were being beach bums with half the CG station as they celebrated Memorial Day on holiday routine. For the first time in a couple weeks I felt pretty good. I came home from work early, found half the station in my front yard and after a quick smoke bummed from a neighbor we made our way to the ocean and I sat there with a cold, hard cider...
Well, that was the end of that, and life became all about the little one.
Time passed and his kicks and movements got stronger and G was finally able to feel him move from the outside. I think it freaked him out a bit. Somewhere after our 28 week appointment I noticed a change in him. He went from being a sweetheart and all about taking care of his tired uncomfortable wife to also talking more and more about baby.
Little gestures like resting a hand on my belly as we pass each other in the kitchen became more and more frequent. He started day dreaming out loud about what he will look like. For me, to see him start to bond with baby made my heart want to sing! Whether he knows it or not he's started to act more parental towards our animals, even talking to them like they are children. He mentions more often now how excited he is to meet our boy, and as he does so a shy little smile pops onto his face.
One of my favorite moments to date happened about a week ago. The sciatic pain I have experienced during this pregnancy has made me miserable, especially at night when I have to find a comfortable position to somehow fall asleep in. One night I rolled over the nerve just right that I almost went into tears as the pain shot everywhere.
Even though G was tired after a long day at work he helped me up and continued to try to massage the pain away while we watched an episode of Planet Earth. Once he was done I leaned back on him and we continued watching the show. I held my belly absentmindedly as I am prone to do, and he started just rubbing it in big circles all around. It only took a minute before the baby started pushing back and responding to his daddy's touches. And I could tell that G was seriously in awe and starting to fall in love. Inside my chest my heart melted even more and I think I fell a bit more in love with my husband than I already was.
As much as I am excited to meet our little baby, I think I am just as excited, if not more, to watch this precious man hold him for the first time and really become a dad.
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