Throughout the last 18 years, I have traveled I-95 up to Massachusetts to visit Stephanie countless times. Those 4 hour Peter Pan bus rides never got old, knowing that we were going to have a few days to catch up and spend time together. One time traveling up with the most inconvenient baby shower gift, (to this day I don’t know why I just had to bring a massive baby bathtub), making her father-in-law pick me up at the bus station 40 minutes away in Providence, and only to be back on the bus within a couple of hours. But it was worth it. Stephanie was pregnant with Ethan and it was the one and only time I was seeing her during her pregnancy.
Once she had Ethan and then when Ryan came along two years later, our visits were few and far between. While she was making her own baby food, I was loving being a single 27-year-old in NYC. She would share stories about how Ethan accidentally locked himself in the bathroom and said his first swear word when he did. I would tell stories about how I locked myself in my bedroom when a date over-stayed his visit one night. Yet, somehow, we maintained a connection.
Spending a few days with her last week, and seeing her interact with her family, while carrying our child, was incredible. I have always known and admired what a wonderful wife and mother Stephanie is. I can only hope that she knows this and believes it about herself. She goes about every day as normal, working Monday through Friday as a teacher, and tending to all the duties of a full-time wife and mother on top of that. Never once did she complain that her back was hurting her, although I know that it was or that she was tired because the boys still wake up at 6am every day. She makes it appear like nothing has changed in her life.
Meanwhile, our baby is in that belly and Jeffrey and I couldn’t wait to get our hands on her! Baby G is quite active, it was incredible to see Jeffrey react as he felt our baby kick for the very first time…something I was hoping he would experience before heading back home.