Week 7

Well, you've been with us for seven weeks, today! (Technically it's more like four or five, but I like how the doctor counts it better.) Your heart should be beating now! How crazy to think I have *two* hearts in me at this moment! (And two livers, and four kidneys, and ...)

I think everyone in the world knows about you. I can't keep my mouth shut. I've told all my students at work and even a few strangers! So far, everyone's been happy. Grandma Morgan's the only one who had a ... well, a weird reaction ... but she's happy now. And Grandpapa said he was happy to be getting a grandbaby before he dies, haha. He's so silly.

How am I feeling, you ask? Pretty okay. I'm still sleepy and hating that I have to come to work every day instead of stay home, do chores, and nap, nap, nap. Not sure what exactly you're doing in there but you are taking all of Mom's energy and that is not cool! On second though, take all you'd like ... knock me out! Whatever you need to grow and be healthy.

I have to apologize for the fact that I am still drinking a little caffeine and aspartame. I'm really trying to make better choices but I realize now that I simply have to drink a little caffeine in the morning in order to function properly during the day. If this is just not something we can compromise on, let me know. Just send me a little note, or something. (Nothing scary. Maybe tell God to tell me ... you still get to kinda visit with Him, right?)

I am also trying to eat as healthily as I can ... lots of greens and lots of protein ... but for the past two days you have not let me get baked potato out of my head. I would happily swim in a big pool of baked potato, with sour cream and cheese and chives and bacon bits ... yum-tastic. Good Heavens.

My pants are a little tight but I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that this is not you. It's the baked potato.

Let's see ... any lessons for you today ...

... well, I can tell you something I'm going to promise you!

I promise to let you have choices. If you want to paint your room black, I'll help you. If you want to dress up like a clown and go to school, as long as you aren't breaking any rules or hurting anyone's feelings, go right ahead. I promise to remind you that you are fearfully and wonderfully made ... I will remind you of that thing that God has asked me to remind you of, that He doesn't make mistakes ... He does everything purposefully, from the last hair on your head down to your pinky toe. You are perfect and in Christ you are made flawless. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Trust me, I'm going to be a boring, lecture-y kinda mom ... but I promise never to give you lectures about negative things.

At least I'll try hard. And feel free to respectfully speak up if I'm not doing very well.

Finally, I'll leave you with this -

Last night, Dad started tickling me in his sleep! When he was done, he hugged me and said, "I love you guys." In the morning I asked if he remembered doing that and he didn't.

I think he's really excited to meet you. Even when he's not awake he's thinking of you.

I love you, Evy Sweet. (And if it's you, Ellie, I love you like crazy, too.) You know you're lovely to me. I'll do everything I can to be sure you grow up knowing that.

That's another thing - yes, you'll probably be tenderest and sweetest as a baby (oh, goodness, that sounds like I was talking about eating you ... ) but you should know, it's okay for you to grow up. I want you to grow up. I'll be crazy in love with you and your teeny fingers and soft little eye lashes ... but I'll be so proud of you and excited about watching you fly away when you grown up. Because the world needs you, sweetheart!