The Hubs and I text each other throughout the day. It’s our way of staying connected, keeping each other going, taking care of each other even when we’re apart.
Here’s a little exchange from today:
ME: “Also all I want to do is be pregnant. I feel like arm wrestling Dr. M. If I win, I get to have a baby.”
(as in, sooner than the 6 months she advised we wait)
HUBS: “We need a montage.”
ME: “MONTAGE!! Even Rocky had a montage.”
Now, watch this video.
I’m sorry if there are dirty words in that song. Actually, no I’m not. I didn’t write it. And it is hilarious.
So this is what I think. Our life needs a montage.
I want a series of progress moments in quick succession and at the end I want to be holding our baby, maybe doing a victory dance at the top of those stairs that Rocky loved to train on so much.
The montage starts with the Hubs and I, me still packing on an extra 20 ell bees from pregnancy, coming home empty handed from the NICU.
Quick cut to the Hubs and I working out, maybe jogging in the brilliant Walla Walla sunshine, maybe giving each other a high-five as we race to the end of the driveway.
Quick cut to the Hubs and I looking very trim and enjoying a romantic evening out, maybe even a laugh or two.
Quick cut to me and the Hubs and a pee-stick that’s good news.
Quick cut to me (getting rounder with baby) and the Hubs on the couch, the Hubs feeling Baby’s first kicks.
Quick cut to me (bigger belly, even) and the Hubs at the doctor’s office watching the ultrasound.
Quick cut to me (huge belly, please) and the Hubs heading into the hospital.
Quick cut to Baby in our arms, screaming at the top of his or her lungs, and me all sweaty and tired and the Hubs all lovey-eyed and handsome. Best mental picture ever right now.
Quick cut to bringing Baby home.
“Always fade out in a montage…. if you fade out it seems like more time has passed in a montage…”