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I’m not good at surprises.

Hence, it was a challenge for me to keep plans for Labor Day Weekend secret from Mom-to-Be. Nothing too fancy but I decided to take her to San Antonio for the weekend. One of the main reasons was to enjoy the River Walk, visit the Alamo, etc. but the main thing I wanted to do was just take her away for the weekend.

Just the two of us. Enjoying each other’s company.

And you know what? Despite the fact that we stopped a bunch of times along the way… Despite the fact that all the walking was highly uncomfortable for the both of us… And despite the fact that a sweet old lady rear-ended my brand-new car while I followed Megan and her Aunt to lunch… It was all worth it.

Well… except for the car part. That continues to sting. I hadn’t even put my new plates on the car yet. *sniffle* But thank God it’s minor. I think I can fix the damage.

The best part of the trip wasn’t the Alamo, nor the Riverwalk, or any of the other tourist-like activities…. What I enjoyed most was the process. Like driving down I-10 with a keen eye for cool small towns, interesting markets, and of course Buc-ee’s for beef jerky. That was the most fun of the whole trip. Doing all the simple things, just Megan and I.

I guess this trip was like a microcosm for how I’m experiencing this whole pregnancy.

We have a baby coming in about 12 weeks now. While I continue to plan and look ahead, I’m also enjoying every moment while it lasts. Just me and Megan. Handling every challenge that comes our way. Enjoying every minute we have together before the infamous “and then there were three.”

It’s funny… She thinks I neglect her sometimes…. I have NO CLUE why. because little does she know that she and our son are already the most important parts of my life. The journey that we’re on… Even though we’ll always say the best part is yet to come… She has no clue that I secretly cherish every single moment already.

Except the hormones.

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Those of you who know Megan can ask her about how she kidnapped me after we got back to Houston. I won’t throw her under the bus this time. ♥

This entry was posted on September 7, 2009 at 10:17 pm and is filed under Fatherhood, Traveling. You can subscribe via RSS 2.0 feed to this post's comments.

Tags: babies, birthing, dad, nesting, pregnancy, River Walk, San Antonio