I’m Freaking Out/Let’t Make it Official
(If you want to get to the point, just scroll to the bottom.)
I’m turned over and peered at my phone just to check the time before I turned in:
February the first, two thousand and twelve.
01 Feb 12
02/01/2012
However you prefer.
Most of you somewhere in North America were still basking in January. Ah, January, only the first of twelve months. But no, not me, not us. My heart took a sudden shot of adrenaline…
We’re returning to Toronto. Soon.
Our flight isn’t till the 24th, but I won’t be fooled again, it’s coming. Plus the fact that we will be travelling first from Mbeya to Dar at least four or five days prior. If we decide to fly to Dar, it would have to be the 16th. That puts us at two weeks. Two weeks and we’re beginning our journey home.
The question of course is, why?
Well, let me tell you of another freak out I had, a good one. A week or two ago, again, just before turning in, I placed my arm around Loretta and onto her stomach. And then, a nudge, a bump, a swirl…a dance. There and then, I felt like I met our new little one for the first time. Baby Mak #2. There is nothing - nothing - like that feeling. Looking at Judah, I know just how soon we’ll be holding, bouncing and chasing them around the room. Smiling, laughing, giggling and whole host of other -ing’s. But there’s still nothing like that feeling. As a dad it’s as close as I can get for now, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, what now? Our plan is to be back in Canada for about six months: three months before the birth and three months after. As much as we are longing to see our family and friends we have to admit there’s a big part of us that would rather stay too. For our work, our new relationships, our language and culture learning. But, we decided, if we are here for the long haul, then six months will just be a blip on the screen. Moreover, it would be hard not to share this with our family, being that they’ve missed out on so much fun watching Judah grow up.
So here she/he is. We wish we could tell you if she/he is a she/he but she/he decided not to cooperate at the ultrasound. So another surprise it is. See you on the other side.
(This ultrasound is from quite early on, I couldn’t find the more recent one. So, yeah, kind of a blob/bean thing.)
