We’re Actually Going to be Parents
I know this is obvious. I know I should have realized this as soon as I got that positive pregnancy test. But holy crap, we are actually going to be parents.
Lately I’ve found myself thinking of random little things, like what I want to teach our son about religion, about holiday traditions, about food, about respecting other people, about how to treat women (or men) in relationships. I’ve thought about super specific things like what his bed time might be at any given age, or how demonstrative my husband and I should be in front of him, or what we should arrange for him to do after school when we are both at work. I have gone, in a word, a bit crazy.
And when I say lately, I mean like the last week or so. I was so focused on getting pregnant, and then on staying pregnant, that I didn’t spend much time thinking about when we have an actual son. Like, in our house. We are going to be PARENTS, people. A mom and a dad. We’re supposed to set good examples and be consistent in how we treat him when he behaves certain ways. We’re supposed to have rules and punishments and rewards and lots of things figured out that we’ve barely even discussed yet. We’ve spent hours trying to decide what to name the kid and barely touched on the day-to-day stuff.
I know, we have plenty of time. But with the holidays approaching, and the realization that this will be our last Thanksgiving and holiday season as a couple without kids, it is suddenly dawning on me that we have a lot to figure out. An unbelievably huge amount. And before we even get to any of those older-kid things that I mentioned above, there are things like decorating the nursery, getting our home in order, childbirth classes, breastfeeding classes, not to mention preparing my own body for birth and figuring out exactly what we want our birth plan to be.
There is so much to DO. And I’m super excited about most of it. I’m also pretty freaked out by most of it. But oh my goodness, the concept that this time next year we will be gearing up for our baby’s first holiday season? It just blows my mind.
I’m going to be a mom, you guys. A real one.