--32 Weeks (Before Birth)--
Dear Son,
I think we connected for the first time. Yes, after weeks of anticipation, you kicked, threw a head butt, drove your knee - quite frankly, you did something in there! - and my hand was on your mother's belly to feel it. I'm not sure what you were doing, but you've begun to make your presence known every night, or occasionally throughout the day.
And yes, it's awesome. Absolutely, awesome.
As we enter the late innings of this pregnancy - I'm sure by the time you're reading this you'll be used to the baseball analogies and metaphors - plenty is beginning to take shape. The academic year is winding down, work is easing up, my pursuit of a second-master's degree is on hiatus for the summer, and all the focus - all of it - is now on you.
We've begun to clear our apartment here in Brooklyn, NY in anticipation, and I've shifted my focus on the study of education inequality (we can discuss some day) and programming to baby preparation and getting my mind right to become a Dad.
There is a lot on my plate right now, and oddly, there is a shift in my mindset when it comes to plenty of things as late-June arrives. The idea of your arrival is becoming more real as the seconds go by. But again, there was nothing, absolutely nothing, more real than getting to feel you.
And that slight connection alone has built up many feelings. It made this whole ordeal so much more real. so much more enjoyable. So much more emotional. It's been a week of being all feely, feely. But more so, of continuing to round into shape a completely shifted mindset for your arrival.
We touched...slightly, and I'm hooked. I'm all about you. I'm now THAT more excited about this summer. Can't wait.
Connect soon? Yeah, I think we will.
Sincerely,
Your waiting-on-a-hot-tag Dad
Connect soon? Yeah, I think we will.
Sincerely,
Your waiting-on-a-hot-tag Dad