Being pregnant is like experiencing 9 months of that night before Christmas feeling. It drives Tyler crazy to see those unopened gifts under the tree. It sometimes seems as if he may burst from the suspense, waiting for the moment he can rip off the paper and play with the fun toys and gadgets that lie inside.
So here we are at 22 weeks—we are half way there—and Tyler is so anxious for this little girl to arrive he can hardly stand it (he is so cute). Isn't the cruel truth about expecting a little one? It’s the longest lesson in patience I have ever experienced—training you up for what’s to come I suppose.
We waited until 11 weeks to get our first glimpse of this little one and to hear her heartbeat and another 9 weeks to definitively say—it's a girl! We are still waiting to feel her squirm, kick or hiccup—anything really.
The worst part may be I have absolutely no control over any of this. I love to make lists and cross off completed tasks. I would carefully plan every aspect of my life if I could—I have certainly tried. Yet despite careful planning no amount of lists will change this little waiting game. We are on her time now—guess I am not very good at waiting for Christmas morning either.
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Lisa and Tyler, this time is so fun and exciting wondering how she will be and what she will look like. It will all be worth it I promise, at least you found out if it would be a boy or a girl. That's what I couldn't handle. I hope everything is going well for all of you.
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