Tuesday, June 5, 2012

34 Weeks

I can't even believe it.  34 weeks? How did I get here so quickly?

While riding in the car back home from Hilton Head Island yesterday, Frank was listening to the Red Hot Chili Peppers station on Pandora and I was thinking back to November when I found out I was pregnant.  I'm not sure if I ever posted the details, but it went something like this:

My period is due today (the 10th) and it always comes in the morning.  Hmm... it's 4 o'clock and I don't even feel like it's going to come.  I know I'm not pregnant but why stress over nothing, I'll just take a test and be done with it. I get back into Covington from Athens, hit up Rite Aid, go across the street to Quik Trip for gas, decided to take the test in the Quik Trip bathroom.  Upon peeing on that darn stick I saw two lines immediately. There was no oh-crapping.  It was definitely an OH SHIT moment. I get in my car, call Frank, break the news, it's awkward because we both don't understand when or how (besides the obvious reproduction crap) it happened and then we hang up.  No crying yet. I'm super, super numb.  He texts me "I'm going to be a daddy!?" Umm... yes, it appears that you are.

Fast forward to now, thirty weeks later.  We've hit all the big milestones... end of first trimester, finding out the gender, feeling the first kicks and movements, end of the second trimester, beginning of third trimester, baby shower and near completion of the nursery.  We have approximately six weeks until our baby boy's arrival.  It is amazing that we have come so far so quickly.  I thought pregnancy was known for dragging by; that has hardly been the case.  In six weeks or less I will be holding my sweet baby, feeling so much joy at what Frank and I have created and also feeling so much fear for how quickly I know his life will go by.  He's not even here yet and time is already going by too quickly.  Being pregnant is far from my favorite thing, but knowing that I will never get to have this baby boy in my stomach again is very sad.  I'll never have him all to myself again.  I'll never get to feel the kicks from the inside again.  It's exciting, so, so exciting, but it's sad too.  

p.s. Our mini-vacation / babymoon was great, I'll have a post up tomorrow hopefully with all of the details and beautiful pictures! be on the look out for a Princess Payton picture overload.

1 comment:

  1. I totally understand. I felt the same way during the end of my pregnancy. You want to hold on as long as possible - and that feeling never stops. My son Wyatt just turned one and it feels like just yesterday I was feeling him kick in my tummy. But, here I am - a year later - still trying to hold on. xo.