As many of you know, a third sweet little one is growing inside of me. I’ve been meaning to write something about this third baby pretty much since I found out I was pregnant…but somehow the words haven’t come. With 28 weeks rapidly approaching on Monday, I thought that now was as good of a time as any to finally write about her. But to do that, I have to go back to the beginning…before this baby was even a possibility in our minds.
One of my friends told me she thought the baby was coming last Thursday. All day, Andy asked me how I was “feeling”, and whether the baby was coming. Well, no such luck (and still none!).
Surprisingly, he doesn’t really seem nervous. Last week on the way to my 37-week check-up, he said he wished the baby would just come that day. He’s just so ready for our little man to be here!
With all the “advice” he’s been getting, I’m surprised he’s anything but dreading the baby getting here. It seems like every father (and many mothers) have been telling him the same things. Your life as you know it is over. You’ll never get any sleep again. Ready to be put on the back burner? Your baby won’t seem like a blessing that first year. You’ll never be able to do anything fun or spontaneous ever again. Say good-bye to date nights and days golfing with your buddies. Frankly, to both Andy and I, the negative “advice” is getting old. I mean, we know all about the hard things about having a baby…can someone please start telling us the good?!
Somehow, though, it all seems vaguely familiar. Remembering back, it was these same men who told Andy what a burden marriage would be, how he’d never get to do anything fun again, and how a wife would just nag him all the time. Those comments got old too…and fast. Ironically, none of those things they predicted came true. Today, Andy would tell you that we enjoy a wonderful, fulfilling, and fun marriage. Sure, marriage is a lot of responsibility and hard work…but it’s a much bigger blessing.
Even still, it’s amazing to see how excited he is for Baby B to be here. It seems like every spare minute he spends fixing or making something, all for the sake of his sweet little boy. He wants everything ready.
What he doesn’t see, though, is how his heart is getting ready…and that’s the biggest blessing to me. It seems like each day that passes, he falls more-and-more in love with the little man we have yet to meet. I see his heart softening and his perseverance strengthening. I am so thankful for a man who has no fear of smelly diapers or sleepless nights. He doesn’t worry about never getting to do anything fun again, or being placed on the “back burner”. Instead, he is incredibly thankful for this blessing due to arrive any day now.
Yes, he knows that life will change. He knows that parenthood will be full of work and frustration. Yet, he also knows that it will be full of unspeakable blessings that far outweigh the bad. Just like marriage, parenthood is all in how you see it. There will always be hard times and trials, but will you choose to dwell on them and make mountains out of mole hills? Or, will you choose to focus on the good?
It’s a blessing to watch this transformation of my man into a daddy. Becoming a daddy isn’t scary to him…because he chooses to embrace the good.