I would say the hardest thing about “being pregnant” is hearing all the time about how it is so life changing and not actually being part of it. No matter what you can imagine or do there is nothing that will make anyone really believe (including myself) that you can understand or feel what it is like unless you have actually gone through it. So during these 9 months of pure joy and discovery for our mom to be we sit outside of the magic circle and try to make their lives better where we can, silently keep out of the way where we can’t and try desperately to find some way to connect with the event that is happening before our eyes and yet is so far away.
I am lucky with Jodelene she is quite vocal about what she is going through so I know somewhat about the adventure that she is part of and I am somewhat of a preliminary part. The baby kicking right now is starting to make me think that in the near future I might be able to experience part of that, as the kicks get stronger and we can see the little guy or girl moving around in her stomach. That event is something I am greatly anticipating.
The other event that fill me with joy are the monthly dopplar that we get at the doctor’s office. It is one of those things that drive home how real the situation is, I leave that office with such hope and joy that it carries me through the day with a permanent smile. One of my co-workers actually guessed something was up before we passed the first trimester after one of our first doctor’s appointments.
This week we have another big event, on the 23rd we get to find out what sex our little one is. We have a standing bet that will have to be settled after that point and some more directed effort on determining a name for our little girl (or boy). What ever the outcome I am certain that there will be one happy daddy in the room, filled with tears of joy. Peace.
