As I am typing this blog post, Michael Buble’s song “The Best Is Yet To Come” is playing on Pandora.com. That is the perfect way to describe the way I feel on the morning of the first day of my third trimester.
The past couple weeks, I have been pretty stressed. With nesting and work and traveling, I hate leaving the house if I haven’t done something productive, be it cleaning, organizing, making lists, etc. I have to accomplish at least one thing for Heidi each day, even if it’s as simple as pulling some of her new clothes out of their packaging and throwing them in the hamper in her closet. As I’m going about all this, I begin to think about what’s ahead. I get nervous about labor, delivery, bringing her home, etc. It all seems to be looming now that I have a mere 12 weeks (or less…or more!) until she makes her arrival. It’s the type of nervousness that is mixed with a little dread and a little fear, knowing some new and tough things are ahead, and they are coming full-speed.
But this past weekend, the excitement has surfaced. And by excitement, I mean this breathless, happy, CANNOTWAIT feeling that makes me feel like labor will be a piece of cake. I don’t care what I have to do to get her here; I just want her HERE. Saturday night, I was at my sister’s (Heidi’s Aunt Jenn) house for my nephew’s high school graduation. I was watching Austin with all his friends; watching Jenn and her friends talk about their kids; watching the little kiddos running around, drawing on the driveway (and their faces) with sidewalk chalk. Once it got dark and the stars were out and my sister’s huge fire pit was lit, I was sitting on their patio couch with my feet up in front of the fire. Jenn walked over to sit with me, placing her hands on my belly. She has wanted to feel Heidi kick so bad and hasn’t gotten lucky. After what felt like forever, Heidi gave a strong shove, and Jenn’s face LIT up. “I FELT IT!” she squeeled. My heart melted. And I wanted to thank my little girl for making Aunt Jenn smile SO big. It was a special moment that I wrote down in my baby journal.
Yesterday, Cody said he had been daydreaming about having breakfast with Heidi the morning of her wedding and dropping her off at the church to get ready on his motorcycle. (HAHA…you like how he slipped that in there? Guess we’re getting a Harley…). It was the sweetest thing because I saw in his face what I’ve been feeling. We love her so much but can’t tell her or hug her or show her yet.
And last night, at midnight when I went to bed, I MISSED Heidi. I wanted her here so bad, I could have cried. Even now as I write about it, my chest feels a little heavy…in a good, joyful way. With all the flurry of excitement and to-do lists and work and chores to do before she gets here, the best IS yet to come. And it can’t come soon enough.
“Out of the tree of life, I just picked me a plum;
You came along and everything started to hum.
Still, it’s a real good bet that the best is yet to come.
The best is yet to come and won’t that be fine?
You think you’ve seen the sun but you ain’t seen it shine…”