The gestational period for an elephant is 22 months.
How does she do it? I’m not even enduring the bodily changes and I’m pretty sure that if this thing lasts much longer than a year that I am going to be at risk of picking up hobbies like crocheting or stamp collecting simply as an outlet for my growing maternal instincts.
The reason for this post? I have something to confess …
Today, I am positively giddy.
I knew something had shifted in terms of my hope and expectation when I found myself revisiting our evening ritual from the fall …Ethiopian adoption videos on YouTube…. in hopes that I’d find a new one. (Because, trust me, we’ve watched all 200 of them already. Multiple times.)
I don’t have much more to say than that. I’m just pumped for these little girls to come home and though my belly has no stretch marks, the smell of Desitin is in the air.
A friend likened our wait to that of an elephant’s pregnancy. While I’m not at all feeling up for dragging this thing out another 17 months, Nate and I are soaking up every last minute of pre-parental freedom we can. As I sat in the sauna for 45 minutes today (is that healthy?) I thought …better enjoy it while it lasts.
We’re nearing the end of an era.
As Nate would say “Bring it.”
