All I got for Christmas (well, not all I got, but for the purposes of this story…) was a bunch of…KICKS.
Hardcore. Not flutters, not gentle movement.
Some time they were two-fisted, multi-limbed, and they always had this sense of suddenness. Of stark contrast to the quiet surrounding.Â Now, I didn’t hear them mind you, but I feel that best describes how jolting they seemed.
Another thing that just dawned on me is I’m on the 2nd half of this. My wife is going to be 6 months pregnant this coming Friday. 6 MONTHS! It’s funny; when she was in the middle of her 5th, we could straddle our reasoning:
“Only half way there!” or “Plenty of time” etc.
But now that a number is ringing aloud of something closer to finished than closer to the beginning (aka the point of no return, as Michael Douglas’ character D-FENS once stated), the thoughts weigh more heavy and the anticipation rings more true.
I saw the best movie I’d seen all year thusfar yesterday afternoon (slumdog millionaire), and that’s saying a lot because I LOVED Wall-e & the Dark Knight. There are still a few on my radar before the oscars come out (I always try to watch the best movie noms in the theatre; just something I like to do). But, since I’m taking today off, instead of seeing one of those movies, Â we’re just arranging the house, getting rid of stuff, prepping the Nursery, re-configuring bedrooms, and basically setting up ourselves for a whole lotta buying.
But it’s fun. We consciously chose to do a lot of it this month so it wouldn’t be as much of a physical drag on her as she began to waddle and get beyond easy moving means. So, it has an element of quiet concentration rather than furious “we don’t have a lot of time” activity. Kind of the old carpenter’s measure twice cut once vibe; we’ll have plenty of time to make adjustments as April’s delivery due date nears. And that makes it more fun for me, because I think most of my life has been about crafting, re-arranging, adjusting, sculpting….
So, kick a way little man. Regardless of what every parent has told me, I am delusional enough to think: I’m ready for ya!