As I sit in the laundromat washing the cutest, tiniest clothes ever, I can't help but think of the little guy who's moving around inside my belly. I love feeling his movement and feel that he is communicating with me in ways that are far beyond words. It's hard to believe that it's been 35 weeks that he's been growing and that soon we'll get to meet him. It seems like such a dream! Except, of course, for the painful muscle that I've pulled in my back and the fact that I'm huge and having troubles breathing when getting up the stairs😊. That's definitely NOT the dreamy part.
It seems that we're constantly busy these days and that we both are pretty overloaded at work. But knowing that he's on the way makes it all worth it. It's just figuring out in the meantime how to keep our stress levels down and stay calm and connected to each other as partners and soon-to-be new mamas. It's a balancing act that needs to constantly remain grounded in our love for each other.
One of the baby-related tasks we've been working on is finding a pediatrician. So, we got a referral from a friend, and made an appointment to meet the pediatrician that he loves for his son. We were confident that she might be the answer, as the office is also very close to home. Boy, were we wrong! I'm so glad we went in for a consultation.
First, the offices were in a big apartment building in near Grand Army Plaza, and as we walked into the pediatric office, I felt like I was in an old school, 1970's adult doctor's office with outdated art and paper file folders behind he desk. The receptionists were nice enough, but they sent us back to an equally dismal room to wait for the doctor, where we waited for 40 minutes. When she finally came into the room and introduced herself, my immediate thought was, "Hell no!" Her demeanor was incredibly socially awkward and she seemed to have a nervous tick of a laugh-snort that followed each phrase she said. We felt like we were in the middle of a Saturday Night Live skit.
So, she essentially asked us if we had any questions, and Liz did a great job of asking relevant questions while I was trying to hide my true feelings. I just could not picture her interacting wih our little boy from the time he's born until he becomes a teenager. I couldn't believe that this woman was a pediatrician!
As we left the building we both turned to each other and started laughing hysterically. What had we just experienced? Were we being Punk'd? At that point it was clear that our search must continue.
So, here I sit waiting for the tiny little clothes to dry, and even in the midst of all of the work, details, and craziness of our lives right now, I couldn't be more grateful to be sitting in the laundromat and dreaming of starting our new family in about one month.
