I just overheard this conversation:
Man 1: are you going to Florida with the guys next weekend?
Man 2: (regretfully) No. My wife is very pregnant and I am trying to limit the number of nights out of the house.
Clearly their first baby.
Six google-able words in that one simple sentence but three bold face lies.
Lie: my wife is very pregnant. Truth: she is due in 7 weeks. Which means she’ll deliver in 9. An entire season of Survivor will begin and end before that baby comes.
Lie: I. Truth: my wife.
Lie: limiting the number of nights out of the house. Truth: my wife insists I suffer through every moment of this with her.
Bless his expectant dad heart, I know he is trying to do the right thing. I wish someone could tell him “get out of the house as much as possible now because it will be entirely unacceptable for a year minimum after the baby is actually born”
I also wish I could hug his little first time pregnant wife. I know pregnancy is hard. Even an “easy pregnancy” involves, oh how do you describe it, CREATING LIFE. It’s hard on your body, your back aches, you can’t sleep. I’ve been there sister. You know the only thing harder than creating life in your body for 10 months? SUSTAINING it OUTSIDE your body for the next 12 months.
As you approach parenthood, you spend so much time reading books, creating a nursery, buying baby “gear” – all in an effort to prepare for the un-preparable. And by 36 weeks you think you know – no – you are sure you know. You know how you feel about breastfeeding, you know how you feel about co-sleeping, you know how you feel about pacifiers, crib bumpers, tummy time, TV, strollers, slings, solid food and swaddling.
But you don’t know.
You don’t know that all of that knowledge could fit in the thumbnail of the body that is shaking with fright over this new chapter in your life. You don’t know how it is going to feel to see your baby, to hold your baby, to care for your baby. You don’t know what it’s like to actually BE a parent, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
I can say all this because in hindsight I know how sure I thought I was and how clueless (read: scared) I ended up feeling.
With Gavin turning 3 this month and Chloe turning one, I am in a groove, a comfort zone.
But thanks to this amazing post, I now have foresight of how clueless (read: scared shirtless) I will be once again.
If a mother ran the Boy Scouts of America they would change their motto from ‘Be Prepared’ to ‘Always Be Armed with Snacks’. It’s really the best you can do.