It’s official, we are having a baby and I have cankles and I waddle. My half mile walk to work may as well be the 30 mile (49 km) Grand Canyon day hike I did just one short year ago (Brendan ran the 50 miles (81 km)). My lungs have disappeared under my ribs somewhere making the one flight of stairs to my office seem like the 6000 foot (1828 meter) acsent from the Colorado River to the rim of the North Canyon. My iPhone apps have graduated from “What to Expect When You are Expecting” to “Labor and Contraction Timer”. We have purchased everything from baby wipe warmers to size 1 Havaianas butterfly flip flops. We have a suitcase prepared and the quickest route to the hospital mapped out. And now we wait.
I will admit most of the time I wish these last few weeks would just hurry up and be over with. But secretly its these last few weeks I cherish, hanging out with my best friend for hours at a time daydreaming about what life will be like when all the aches and pains fade away. A mix of nervousness and excitement. Oh, the places we will go…
