Ask my husband to list some characteristics of his wonderful wife and I am pretty sure that his first word would be IMPULSIVE. In this regard, Nick and I are polar opposites. Nick will walk into Walgreens and stew over what type of gum to buy for 15 mins and then just when you thought he made a decision, he'll go back and take another 5 mins to review his options again. Me........ well let's just say in that time I would have purchased three packs of gum (who knows what kind) several magazines, snacks, and many bathroom items that I am pretty sure I have no need for. Oh yeah and paint......because I have decided during this 20 min span of time that I want to become an artist and paint for extra income on the side. This is classic Andrea. Making life altering snap decisions is my M.O. Thankfully, so far it has always worked out and has brought a lot of happiness into my life. This past year is a prime example of this..... at the age of 29 I made a goal for myself. By the age of thirty I wanted it all; engagement, house, marriage and first baby on the way and in that order! Pooof .....and waa laa! My poor husbands head is still spinning in an attempted to figure out what happened.

So let's just say that patience is a virtue that I have not yet possessed. I've always been an instant gratification kinda girl..... well until lately. Every mother speaks about how the birth of their child has changed them forever. They state that they became a better person who has rearranged their priorities in life and instantly put their child's needs before their own. They realized that life is no longer within their control and that they need to be ready for anything that can happen and embrace the moment. For me, I think my first lesson in becoming a mother is occurring before the birth of our little girl. Standing in at 6-7 lbs (let's hope) and 18 inches long, naked and full of energy. Lucia is already a wise little Buddha that is teaching me from within the womb to slow down and appreciate life. Never have I had to wait so long for something that I've wanted since I was a little girl. Each step and milestone has been exhilarating with the anticipation of what will come next. I can remember being a few weeks along and wanting the big belly already. Pushing my stomach out and looking in the mirror envisioning what I would look like 9 months pregnant. I was never in the moment. Always looking and reading about the next week, or month, or trimester. I wanted it all and I wanted it now!
But now as I sit here thinking about how I selfishly wanted her to come early (37-38 weeks) I am starting to realizing that this is my first lesson as a new mom. PATIENCE. I will be 40 weeks tomorrow and I can not believe how difficult it has been to just sit and wait for our little one to come and join us. She is not ready and I need to respect that. She will come when it is time and until then I will sit back and enjoy the few days or possibly the week that I have left on this amazing journey of pregnancy. No words can quite explain the feeling of having another life forming within you. Something that was made out of love and that will represent a piece of both you and your husband. We can not wait to meet you Lucia Grace Costrino. Whenever you decide to come, we will be waiting for you and ready to give you all of our love.

"If you want to make GOD laugh... tell him your plans".
Aww Dre...this is very beautifully written and you did a great job! Patience is something everyone needs to practice more of, you and me especially! You will be an amazing mom...in fact I just might have you carry and raise my kids too, while I sit back and enjoy a few brewskis along the way. Can't wait to meet your little milk sucking bundle of poop and spit up (and joy and love and happiness) too! <3 you!
ReplyDelete"In raising my children, I have lost my mind, but found my soul." The lessons our children teach us are neverending. And it's the GREATEST class ever!!!!! Sooooo happy for you Andrea and so happy for Lucia....she's got one AMAZING Mommy!!!! Love to you all!!
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