Today we celebrated Valentine’s Day early. The fact that we even decided to celebrate Valentine’s Day at all is something to be celebrated in itself. Bearded Joseph and I are not big Valentine’s Day people. *insert cheesy “because it’s Valentine’s Day everyday” quote here*
But anyway, we woke up way too early for a Saturday to stand in line at The Pancake Pantry for breakfast. The line was the usual out-the-door and down the Nashville streets craziness and we laughed through the agony of being out in 13 degree weather for over 40 minutes JUST for their sweet potato pancakes with cinnamon cream syrup. But if you’re wondering, yes, it was worth it.
After breakfast we went over to the hospital where The Little Clipper will join us earth side and did a run through of where to park, where to check-in, toured labor and delivery…and then we got in the car to head home and I completely lost it. Ugly cries all over the passenger seat while I stared at semi-trucks out the window, trying to distract myself.
Y’all, this fear and anxiety of the unknown got the best of me and I’m not the most proud of it. For some reason, walking into one of the labor and delivery rooms triggered something in me and I suddenly felt like I was trapped. Everything felt so foreign and scary and stressful. Not the peaceful, quiet, beautiful environment I had imagined in my mind. And in-between sobs on the drive home, I even blurted out, “I just want to deliver at home where I’m most comfortable.” So, there’s that.
Pancakes and big, soppy, wet tears for Valentine’s Day. I’ve obviously got my whole life together.
But you know…today WAS a day of love for us. In the truest sense of the word. Because love is sweet. But it’s also messy. Runny mascara messy. And honest. And also reassuring. And while I’d be 100% okay to not repeat it in the same exact way for 2017, I’m thankful that today brought us closer together.
And did I mention how thankful I was for those sweet potato pancakes? Pregnant mama cravings are no joke.
