So, high risk dictates your due date. We will not make it to 40 weeks. Instead, we will be induced sometime after 38 weeks which is about 2 weeks away. At first, it caused much anxiety because we are still missing a few key items for his arrival but then excitement settled in. We'll be meeting our son sooner than later and that make me and my body very happy. My body is aching. The Kid's squirms, kicks and stretches are painful. It's not a bad thing. After all, it's what he's supposed to be doing but oy, it hurts. Excitement is building.
And then you have days like today where you think about the people who won't be here to greet The Kid's arrival. People who would have beamed with pride and shed tears of happiness with you. People that, when they held your son, would make your heart burst into a million little pieces. People like my Grandpa. It's makes me incredibly sad that he won't be here. He won't be able to hold my son, his great-grandson, and beam with pride. He won't be able to tell me how proud he is of me. He won't be here to plant a kiss on my cheek. Most of all, he won't be able to make me smile when I see him holding my son.
Perhaps its the rain that makes me think about all of this but, then again, I always think about that Old Man and how much it hurts to know he's not here. The void he left me with has been there for 14 years and it still stings thinking about the day he left that void.
Perhaps its the rain that makes me think about all of this but, then again, I always think about that Old Man and how much it hurts to know he's not here. The void he left me with has been there for 14 years and it still stings thinking about the day he left that void.
.JPG)
.JPG)
.JPG)
.JPG)