Last night I was awoken a few times by the hungry cries of the little baby boy who came home from the hospital yesterday and lives above us. Right about 3:00 those cries could be heard in our apartment from above. I woke up and listened hoping for that new mom that things were going smoothly and she could get back to sleep. Nick slept on. Now I remember what I have to look forward to, "what honey the baby cried last night? I didn't hear."
Yesterday evening we also went to Derek Selinger's show and his sister was there with her 3 week old daughter Makayla. She was so tiny and easy to cuddle with. True, she wasn't exactly cuddling back but I remembered what I have to look forward to there. The new baby smell, the tiny weight of such a fragile being.
And other friends of ours had their baby as well. The husband was once Nick's room mate and I lived with the wife in dorms. We haven't seen them in a long while and are closer with their younger siblings, but I still felt that surge of overwhelming excitement to hear it was a girl and then rolling her name around on my tongue like a new ice cream, knowing I will like it but having to get used to saying it. "Aria Grace" I kept saying over and over. And I remembered the excitement of the unveiling of my child. Of God's precious creation that I get to show case to the world. All the fun of home made baby announcements that I can send in the mail and spend hours making. The phone calls to close friends. The overly emotional first days where tears roll down your cheeks just because they've arrived.
I like all of these reminders, but now 5 months seems so long to wait!