Time flies... sometimes

A year ago today I started my current job. Which I love. I actually feel like I've been there forever, but that doesn't have anything to do with the job itself.  Being in an almost constant state of waiting makes time seem to go slowly.

This last year has felt like the longest year of my life.  Truthfully, the last 3 years have seemed to take forever, but especially this most recent one.  Often it has felt like time has been at a complete standstill. 

Waiting for a chance to go forward with surrogacy. 
Waiting to move to Florida to be with my husband. 
Waiting for our house to sell. 
Waiting, waiting, and more miserable waiting. 

(Can you tell that waiting is my favorite??)

They say time flies when you're having fun so it would only make sense for the reverse to also be true.

This past year has crawled and it has not been fun.

My husband has been unemployed for most of the year.  Soooo not fun - for either of us.

And although I am immensely grateful and excited about having a baby in just a few short months (!), my lack of involvement and physical separation while waiting for her arrival has been torture.   

(Please don't tell me it will be worth it.  That's the single most unhelpful thing you could say to someone who is tired of waiting.) 

Top it all off with the fact that I haven't physically felt good for more than a year and it's no wonder time has felt like it's been inching by at a snail's pace.

I hate to sound like I'm complaining. That's not my goal with this post.  I'm keenly aware that things could be much much worse.  I'm truly just musing more than anything else; pondering how viewpoints can be so vastly different even though we're all allotted the same amount of time in this life.

People with kids always talk about how fast they grow up.

"It seems like just yesterday when..."  

"You'll want to freeze time."  

"You won't want her to grow up."

"I can't believe she's old enough to..."

That may all be true... but I say bring it on. 

I'm planning to embrace every stage of our precious child's life with joy, and do my very best to be thankful that time is moving quickly... even if it is going "too fast."  Because I know the alternative is worse, and I'm so very weary of "slow."

I realize that once she arrives I may change my mind, but right now? 

Right now I can't wait for time to start flying.