Sometimes the anticipation of something happening is almost as fun and rewarding as the event or news itself
My husband and I are expecting our first child in February. For the last 16 weeks, we’ve been counting down the days until the 20-week ultrasound, when we would finally know the answer to the question “is it a boy or a girl?” That day finally came on Friday…
To us, the answer didn’t really matter too much, but we still wanted to know. One day, I would daydream about having a little girl and all the fun I would have watching her play dress up and discover the outdoors with my husband. The next day I would daydream about having a little boy and all the fun I would have watching him and my husband fish and play with bugs.
And as the days slowly ticked by, people would continually ask me, “Do you know what you’re having? Are you excited to find out?” At first, I was frustrated that I didn’t have a good answer. But as the waiting game continued, anticipation building, I started to appreciate it for what it was: a game!
Think back to holidays and birthdays as a kid. Months before Christmas, I would start making a list of what I wanted Santa Claus and my parents to bestow to me under the Christmas tree. It was fun coming up with big-ticket items that I KNEW I would never see (I don’t know how many times I asked for a TV in my room or a car). Days before, the anxious butterflies would start in my tummy, with my mind regularly returning to thoughts of presents and hanging out with family. And every time, I would smile to myself, and go try to find something to distract myself so time would go faster.
But then Christmas morning would come, I would run downstairs, open the pile of brightly-wrapped gifts under the tree… and everything would be over within a short couple hours. But did that take away from the fun of the anticipation building for weeks before? Nope, it just added to it.
That’s how the pregnancy has been. From Day 1, I thought Peanut would be a boy, but I had no proof or real reasoning behind those feelings. My husband, on the other hand, had more than one dream that Peanut would be a girl. It was fun getting to think about the positives of both outcomes. It was fun playing the “what if” game. It was fun playing the guessing game.
As Friday approached, I started getting the anxious butterflies again. I barely slept the night before, continually waking up to check the clock. In the waiting room, my legs bounced next to my husband’s as I begged Peanut to cooperate.
But in an instance, the waiting game was over. About five minutes into the ultrasound, the technician gave us the good news. After 16 weeks of waiting and happy anticipation, we found out we’re having a…
And now the waiting and anticipation game continues, but this time for the big day when we finally get to meet him, our little Peanut.
Hi, I’m Kira. I joined Verity in early 2012 after a seven-year stint as a newspaper reporter. While I never thought my career path would veer off in this direction, I am loving my time at Verity. I recently moved from being a member services representative at the Alderwood Branch to being the marketing coordinator for the credit union.
I’m originally from Texas, but I have lived all over the country and the world, including Boston, Massachusetts, Anchorage, Alaska and Sydney, Australia. But in all my travels, the Pacific Northwest is the only place that has felt like home.
When not at work, I am usually home with playing with my son, husband, dog and three cats. During the rare times I don’t have a to-do list to plow through (and it’s not raining too hard), I can be found digging in the vegetable garden, training for a half-marathon, or grilling in the backyard.