Waiting... Waiting... and More Waiting

This week marks 19 weeks since we created life, which still amazes me and makes me appreciate life for what it is that much more.  It also marks one of the slowest journeys I have traveled… Let me explain.  From almost the date of conception, we have known about our bundle of joy and with that knowledge all the joys and pains that come with expectant fatherhood.

We have already gone through several sets of names, cribs, shopping trips, other possible and suitable father figures and yet we are still only shy of half way.  It’s not that I’m complaining about the process because I would fully expect such trials and tribulations but surely most other soon-to-be fathers don’t begin this process till much further along.  And, I am not known for my patience and so patience is not a virtue to me; no, it’s a waste of time!

With that, Shannon started ‘showing’ fairly early which then placed us in the predicament of having to tell everyone how far along, when the baby was due, and the process of how the baby was conceived (no not like that but instead the medical procedures that were necessary through the specialists… I still contend that I really didn’t make the baby but instead she and the nurse did).

Although she started showing early, she really didn’t look any different to me other than she may have eaten a monster burrito instead of her dainty ‘woman’ food J. 

Then last night happened.  She walked in the door and BAM it, for the first time, struck me that she was REALLY pregnant and it was quite evident.  She looked absolutely adorable (brownie points for the day) in her black and white dress but man-o-man was she showing!

I must admit the truth in that I never really believed all the hype over how pregnant women ‘glow’ when pregnant but last night I finally saw the ‘light’. 

I am eagerly awaiting the day when I can start to feel the kicking and other baby movements.