Time

Last night, I was talking with Brian about how many weeks we have until we get to meet our little Nolan.  When I said that we still have just under nine weeks, he just looked at me.  He said, "More than a month, more than two months?!"

Yes, we are anxiously awaiting Nolan's arrival.  We couldn't be more excited and though we are both nervous, for many reasons, we are ready.  There is still a lot that needs to be done before Nolan comes home, but most of it is just because we feel it HAS to be done (it really doesn't need to be). 

I have my 31 week appointment today with Dr. Askinas.  I never made it this far with Wyatt, so I don't really know what to expect today.  I am assuming the same, quick five minute visit. 

I, like Brian, can't wait for these nine weeks to be over.  I am starting to get to the point where I struggle to sleep at night because I am so anxious, like a child on Christmas Eve.  Walking into work today I started counting down in my head.  I told myself that next Monday marks eight weeks left.  Eight weeks!  That is only 2 months.  It sounds better as eight weeks. 

Oh, come on time.  Here I am rushing time so I can meet Nolan but on Wyatt's blog I am trying to hold back time.  Funny how that happens.  Though I want to meet our son extremely bad right now, I know that he needs to continue to grow and become strong before entering into this world.  That being said, I can certainly wait for his expected due date of 8/1. 

Time is what prevents everything from happening at once. 

~John Archibald Wheeler