As construction continues and our youngest child graduates high school, I can’t help by draw comparisons between the building process and being pregnant. Admittedly, it’s been 18 years since I’ve been pregnant, but there are some things that you don’t forget. Years later, I can still remember what it’s like to have a tiny foot pushing into my ribs while someone stretched out luxuriously. I’m still deciding which trade has their proverbial foot in my ribs but trust me, it’s there.
In the early stages of pregnancy, you get to dream about all the possibilities. What gender is the child? Will it have your eyes or your spouse’s hair? What will your child’s temperament be? Will they get Great Uncle Harry’s uncanny ability to read people or Granny’s funny sneeze? The early stages of design were very similar to us, as we dreamt big dreams for our building. We wondered at the possibilities. Then we came to love the reality of what we actually got instead of the imagined perfect child.
We have also had our share of anxiety, like any new parent. Will my baby be healthy? Have 10 fingers and toes? What if my child encounters bullies? How will I pay for braces and college? Can I afford new gutters when I thought they were included in the roofing quote? How can I protect my new windows from vandals? These are the burning questions that keep us awake at night when pregnant.
At this point, I feel like I’m at least in my third trimester. The novelty and excitement have worn off. Everything is routine and I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever. I’m looking forward to giving birth, but it feels like this baby is never going to come. Questions like “when will you be done?” start sounding suspiciously like “when are you due?”
I’m really hoping that the gestational period for this renovation is not nine months like a full term pregnancy. It was never meant to take that long. And really, if it means not being pregnant, I’m ok living with a premie.