That is one of my favorite pictures of us. Another couple took it of us on a boat in Hawaii on our way to our scuba diving trip. Little did we know I was going to get stung by baby jellyfish, but even with that it was an amazing experience. During the entire honeymoon, we not only enjoyed brand new experiences, but worked together as a team in moments where (I’ll admit it), I was scared to death.
Yesterday, I reflected on being 33 weeks. This week I already had my OB appointment (and scheduled the next one in two weeks). We have our second labor class and I have a second breastfeeding class. It just felt overwhelming. Like there is no turning back. No deciding to not get on this ride. As our Labor instructor said, “At least the pain will end at some point.”
After telling Matt last night that I keep going back and forth being anxious and at times…scared, he turned to me and said that he will be there at my side. To help me walk, get in the tub, massage my back, get on the yoga ball, all the things that we talked about in class that you should do in the hours (could be many hours) before going to the hospital. It was exactly what I needed to hear. Not that he was afraid also, but that he was there for me and felt like he knew what we would start with to ease the early labor pains. I can’t even put into words how this made me feel.
I’m still scared at times, but with the support of my hubby I know I’ll be okay.