The Kings of Huntsville

The hugeness of it all

We’ve done a lot of baby related things in the past few weeks. We’ve painted a room, gotten furniture (still minus a crib), picked a daycare, and the other day I picked up paperwork for the pediatrician. For some strange reason as I was leaving the pediatrician’s office, I was overcome with emotion. Why that moment and not the day before when I dropped off money at the future daycare, I don’t know. But the enormity of it all hit me all at once. Why, so suddenly, I really don’t know. Maybe it is because I’m now in week 24, and that is considered the point of viability (with medical intervention of course). Maybe it is because the pediatrician was one of the last loose ends I needed to tie up before she gets here. Yeah, the nursery still needs the furniture moved in and all, but it’s basically done. All that’s left is to finish painting the twin bed that we’re going to put in there.

And while I’m talking about emotions, I thought that I would spend much of my pregnancy worried. I actually have not. I’ve continued to live my life, and until recently I didn’t have to talk about the pregnancy unless I brought it up. Now that it is becoming more obvious that I am pregnant, I do get asked about it unprompted, but that’s ok too. So far I’ve missed the monthly bad dream. Maybe that is due to the viability thing too. At 12 weeks, a few days before my appt., I dreamed I went to the bathroom and was bleeding. At 16 weeks (before another appt.), I dreamed I was spotting. At 20 weeks (after my ultrasound), I dreamed I was going into labor, which is definitely not good. So even if my day-to-day, conscious thoughts have not been devoted to being worried about the pregnancy, my unconscious has apparently been working overtime. But, as I said, so far I have not had the 24 week dream. Consciously though, I’ve been taking this thing one day at a time. So far, that seems to be working out very well.