Wednesday, February 23, 2005

"We figured there was too much happiness here for just the two of us, so we figured the next logical step was to have us a critter."



Man, I am SO pregnant.

It's been pretty weird for both me and Jeremy because it still seems very abstract. I mean, I haven't been to the doctor yet, and it will be two more weeks until we get to see the first ultrasound (but amazingly enough I believe we will be able to hear the baby's heart beat at that first appointment. Un-be-lievable.) But until then, all we have to remind us that I am pregnant are annoying, but welcome pregnancy symptoms. The feeling I get several times a day that I need to eat or I'll hurl. The fatigue I feel after doing something as easy as washing dishes. The craziness (last night I almost put this
on my toothbrush instead of this
The emotions (weeping like a baby after the "Say Something" episode because Luke and Lorelai broke up-- which, to be honest, would have made me cry anyway, but normally would have produced only a few tears.)

And ALWAYS with the PEEING!!

Anyhow, I am pregnant and although I really don't feel so great most of the day, it's really the most amazing thing that has every happened to me. To think that God is using me as an instrument to create a person...

Here's what Parenting.com says about my baby this week:

"If you could see your baby now, you'd be able to make out her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and her upper lip. She's approximately three-quarters of an inch long from top to bottom, and her brain, spinal cord, heart, kidneys, liver, and stomach have begun to take shape. The aortic and pulmonary valves are distinctly present in the heart, which has now divided into right and left chambers and gallops at twice your rate (about 150 times a minute). She has distinct, slightly webbed fingers and toes and see-through skin."

(Boy, Lucy. That's amazing.)

So, everyday I am reminded constantly of a miracle occuring in my body.

Thought you ought to know.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today.

When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.