Thoughts

   There’s something amazing about seeing Kristy pregnant.  It compliments her. It’s true what they say about that pregnant glow. I’ve seen it every time I look at Kristy these last few months. It makes me ecstatic that she’s enjoying this, but I guess it’s a little bit of a double edged sword for me. I can see these babies growing at a never ending pace, making her more and more uncomfortable and limiting what she can do. I get frustrated for her wishing I could do more. I guess I'll have to wait till they're here to really help.

   It’s funny, the relationship between a man and the bump. I mean, for a dad, it’s a little more difficult connecting with the bump. Kristy has that physical connection to them; she’s what’s keeping them alive, protecting them through her careful actions; it’s hard not to feel a bit like an outsider in that relationship. Which means I have to try extra hard to find some way to bond with them.

   I’ve talked to them. Laugh to them. Played music and read to them. They say that if you play a song or read a book to them throughout the pregnancy, that particular book or song will soothe them when they’re out in the “real” world. The first time Kristy felt a kick she was so excited (I’ve written about her text to me in a previous post.) and the first time I felt a kick it took my breath away. Though the novelty might be wearing off a little bit for Kristy, my jaw drops and I smile immediately every time I feel them move. Kristy’ll go the whole afternoon and I won’t have a clue that they are kicking the crap outta her. I suppose that it’s because she’s constantly getting kicked and jabbed in the kidneys all day every day and she carries these babies 24/7. 

   My favorite time with the babes are when we’re sitting there, on the couch or at the table, and Kristy reaches over and places my hand on her stomach so that I can feel every single twist and turn of our little babies. It really is awe inspiring.I know I've said it before, but I can't wait to meet them.

~M~