Time is such a precious commodity.
It’s one of those things that when you have a lot of it you don’t need it and when you need it you don’t have it.
Since J and I became pregnant I’ve noticed that some days I really don’t have any time to do anything. It’s partly my own fault because, especially in the early days, I wanted to wrap J up in cotton wool, and protect her and the baby.
Since then though, doing as much as I can around the house is my way of showing her my love and support. See, until biology changes I can’t carry a baby, so that also means I won’t ever experience morning sickness, nausea and all the aches and pains associated with pregnancy – although one side effect (caused by lack of time for the gym/exercise) that I have developed is the pregnant looking belly.
So the more I do around the house, the less time I have to do anything. After we get home from work and dinner has been made and then we’ve washed up dinner things I’ve usually got time for one job (ironing, polishing, tidying) before I’m ready to collapse into bed.
That’s not to say my wife is lazy, far from it in fact, she WANTS to do more, I just don’t want to let her. Unfortunately, it just means I have to make some sacrifices time wise.
For example, on Sunday I got my first ever Father’s Day card. That’s right, my almost 18-week-old bump got me a card and it was the most magical thing ever.
The thing was I wanted to share the experience with you all but I just didn’t have the time to sit down and write about it. That and every time I sat down to write I felt pressured to write something amazing with my 20 spare minutes and bottled it every time.
I might as well get used to it though because as soon as this baby arrives I will spend all of my time doting on them, or checking they’re OK while they’re sleeping, or making sure they have everything they need.
The phrase ‘there’s not enough hours in the day’ has never seemed so apt.
