30 weeks pregnant with baby boy4. love, love, love my best friend. juicy breakfast. blessed end to a long day.
There is nothing more lovely than looking at life in retrospect. What is sometimes hard in the moment often looks rosier in the distant (or not so distant) past. The edges seem smoother, the voices seem softer, the words ring true, and the memories are sweet.
I may have reached the “crazy point” of pregnancy. If you’ve been pregnant and made it to those end days…you may well know exactly what I am talking about. There is no reasoning with the “crazy”, and there is no trying to make it not so. Mike kind of laughs and kind of groans when I get to this point. He has no problem poking fun at my heightened state of NUTS because he says I won’t remember it like this anyway. Mike always says that I’ll look back on these moments and not remember the aches or the jabs to the ribs–but the sweet anticipation of a new little boy, the waiting to see him for the first time, the wondering how we will meet him.
And that’s probably true. If what I know to be true about hindsight remains, then each moment will seem a bit less sharp and immediate than it does now. So, I can also only hope that the sweet also seems sweeter–even if not as clear.