When I first got pregnant, people would always warn me that time would fly by during this pregnancy. I shrugged it off thinking, “how much more different could it possibly be from the first time around?”. I felt I knew better, afterall, I was a vet mom now!
But while speaking with Hina yesterday, I came to the realization that yes, time is indeed flying. Sometimes I forget which week I am in. Sometimes I cant recall if its been 6 months yet or not. With Eesoo, Imo and I were always on top of my babycentre readings, infact, for some weeks we would even read ahead. This time around, the babycentre email stares at me for two or three days before I get around to reading it. Infact, sometimes Imo and I dont even get to read them together, I simply forward the email on to him so he could read it at his convenience.
Although sometimes I wish time could rush by so I could hold her soon(and make her wear all the pretty clothes already lining up her closet!:P), most times I’m in awe at the pace with which time is flying by.
I remember with Eesoo, I used to pray for the 40th week time to come by soon. This time around, I’m praying for barakah in my time so I get some stuff done before hand.