Hello. If you’re reading this, my wife is still with child despite passing the “due date”.
Why is there a due date? Why can’t we just say due range or something like that? 40 weeks have come and gone and overall they have gone really well. For all the horror stories you hear about pregnancy, either Emily has been very lucky or she is not much of a complainer, comparatively. I’d say it’s both.
But now going over 40 weeks, experiencing August heat, having gestational carpal tunnel (apparently a thing) for months, etc. we are ready to have this tiny man.
They gave us an induction date in case we do not have Luke sooner than later. That means, we are at least operating under a known window at this point. After craving labor pains and the birth, it is now actually a little spooky to have a looming date somehow. Life is funny.
Our son appears to be a bit of a procrastinator, so I have reason to believe that he has more in common with me than his Mother to this point. Poor fellow.
Just the two of us is coming to an end
We are well aware of the joys of parenting and how we won’t understand how we could have been so happy before Luke was born. That said, savoring our last days as just a couple has been a really nice way of feeling okay about how long these last few weeks have been.
Being a couple since we were 15, we have already spent nearly 12 years together, five of them married. Being together for so many formative years as such a strong couple has been an incredible experience. We have grown alike in many ways, yet stayed true to ourselves and enjoyed each other through hundreds of incredible experiences.
Soon, we’ll get to share thousands more with our self-inflicted third wheel. That sounds pretty nice too.
We are excited to share him with family and friends as well as have him all to ourselves. He still could have had the decency to show up on time. Not very thoughtful, son. We will do our best to love him anyway.
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Update: My birthday is Sunday, which could easily have been overlooked in all this. My wife just gave me some early presents and filled me in on plans for Buffalo Wild Wings, cake, yards games, and more presents. Whether or not we squeeze all of these things in over the next few days, this lady is nuts. I have no excuse for not providing the ultimate birthdays for her in the future – GREAT.