The Waiting Place
**UPDATED** See below for baby’s gender
In a few short hours, I will get some info on the baby growing in my wife’s belly. The anticipation over the past 24 hours has made all else seem insignificant. I feel like I am stuck in Dr. Seuss’s Waiting Place.
Super Bowl? Didn’t care.
Reading a book with some hot tea? Felt forced.
Whatever I’m doing, my thoughts drift to Baby Burn. For the first time in my adult life (and during this pregnancy), time has slowed to a crawl.
Here’s the thing…I know that once we hear boy or girl, not much changes.
I can begin work on the nursery.
Casey’s friends can plan her baby shower.
None of that explains the constant suspense I’ve felt leading up to this moment. Where is the anticipation coming from?
I’m so excited to meet our baby that any detail about him/her is monumental.
I know that Baby Burn is in there growing and developing. I can hear a heartbeat and envision him/her, but I know nothing about him/her – and I can’t wait to begin learning!
Soon Baby Burn, we will learn something about you. Until we finally meet, I’ll keep telling you all about us. Hope you can hear me in there.
Here’s baby’s head and chest. He was showing off his man parts, but I thought I would spare you the visual.
About Cole Bradburn
I'm a writer and doctor in lifelong pursuit of health, happiness, and adventure. I currently live in Raleigh, NC with the love of my life and our amazing boys.