I'm sitting in the doctor's office awaiting my 30 week check up. I heard through the walls that the girl in the room next to me is going to have her baby today. What an exciting day for her! I'm so stinkin' jealous. I thought I'd be one of those people who "looooooves being pregnant," but as it turns out, I'm way too impatient for that!
I got some great gifts this year, but I can't help but think solely of the gift I'm going to get in 10 weeks! It sounds cheesy referring to him as a "gift," but I don't really mean it in the sweet, sappy way like that (even though yes, he is a sweet blessing, yada yada)...I mean it in a "I just got the iPhone 5/iPad mini/fill in other trendy/hot gift right here" kind of way.
When we were kids at Christmas, my dad was so anxious to start playing with his gifts that he barely made it to gift #2 if gift #1 was a something other than socks. So I guess you could say that when it comes to this baby, "I'm excited as my dad on Christmas morning!"
I know there are plenty of already parents out there who are thinking "be grateful for this time while he's in your tummy because once he's out there's no going back!" I understand those sentiments to a degree, but this being my first time I'm content to think that his arrival will be nothing short of amazing and I just can't wait to meet him and (sticking with the Christmas gift analogy) see what kinds of things I can do with him once he's "opened." That way you feel when you're a kid and it's Christmas Eve has and you just can't wait to see what Santa brings has to be the only way I can describe it! Come on, March!!
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