Chris and I ventured out to the mall last night to see the movie “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”. (Amazing, BTW.) We knew before hand that it was a three hour movie, so I stretched and walked before I planted my butt in a theater seat for that long. As
we I waddled my way through the mall towards the movie theater, I felt like all eyes were on me. Like there was a path clearing before me and everyone stopped to look at the ticking time bomb carefully making her way through the crowds.
It felt like they all knew something I didn’t. Like I had a sign on my forehead that said “ANY TIME NOW.” The teenage girls looked at me with fear in their eyes. The mothers gazed at me with sympathy and joy. The men stepped aside and nodded in my direction.
Any time now.
Throughout the movie I was having what felt like mild, regular pains that turned out to be probably just gas or something. But the pain got me thinking… this is really happening. Like, SOON. It’s strange how it still all feels hard to believe even though I’m so big I can’t put my own shoes on anymore.
I still haven’t completely packed my hospital bag. Because… there’s plenty of time for that… right?
I’m excited about the labor. I feel prepared and ready. I feel like my family is ready. It’s the WAITING that is driving me insane now. Part of me knows I need to enjoy this last little bit of time we have left as a family of three, and the other part of me is so restless and anxious to meet this little guy that I can hardly focus on one thing for more than 20 seconds.
Oh look! There’s something shiny over there!