Impatience

I’m not what you would call a patient person. Some might say that I’m one of the least patient people they know. This isn’t in regard to all things mind you but under certain circumstances I can be a little ridiculous. For instance if I am expecting something to come in the mail or if someone has something they want to say to me and they tell me “later”. Gifts are particularly difficult for me with respect to both giving and receiving. If I’ve got something good for someone and I know they are going to love it I can never wait until whatever event or milestone the gift was for. And, please, if you have something for me, whatever you do, don’t tell me! I’ll bug you about it until you have no desire to give it to me anymore. I can’t help it, it’s just how I am I guess. A few people find it endearing, most other people just find it incredibly annoying.

A dear friend of mine told me about the first time she felt her daughter inside her and what a wonderful experience it was. Since then several other women have expressed the how amazing this event was for them and now all I want is to feel the tadpole. I’ll lay awake in bed late at night just waiting for the incredibleness to occur. I don’t even think my fiancée knows I do that. I know it will be weeks before I can feel him or her but I know its coming and I want it…bad. My fiancée, my friends, everyone tells me to be patient, don’t they know who they’re talking to?