Time is moving by at an alarming rate.
I am unable to fathom the speed with which the past nine months have flown by. It seems like only a week or so ago that it was Halloween night and we sat there, slightly late for our rehearsal of “Arsenic and Old Lace” at a local theatre house, realizing what a life changing moment that little “plus” sign on a stick was.
We recorded a video that night for our kid to one day see, letting them know that, yes, their parents were once young, and what an amazing day this was for us.
As the months moved along, I went through phases of checklists, worried more about what had to be done around the house before the baby than their actual arrival. Then it hit me a few months ago that this was the one shot we get at a first child, that our lives will forever be changed, and that this time together, before the child’s arrival, should be savored.
I took a step back and have been smelling the proverbial roses of each day as best I can.
I admit that this past weekend, as we put the semi-final touches on the baby’s nursery – a few sheets down in the crib – it suddenly just seemed so incredibly real.
It’s happening and happening very soon, and before we know it, we parents-to-be will just be parents.
Where did all the time go?
It’s fascinating that a few sheets on a baby’s mattress could make me feel this introspective, but well, there you have it.
If time is moving this fast now, I’m a little frightened about the years ahead.