Now I'm Scared!

Dateline Saturday, December 8, another day that will go down in history as a day of infamy...or at least something like that.

Trust me, I'm trying to stay calm here!

On Saturday, my parents attended a Prepared Child Birth Class! What an oxymoron if I've ever heard one--what parent is really prepared for the birth of a child. I'm not even sure Mary and Joseph were quite ready for the Baby Jesus to come along. They certainly were not ready for all that He brought into the world.

Anyway, I'm getting off the subject. We went Saturday to a class to help my parents prepare for my arrival. The day started off good. We had a friendly nurse leading the class. She seemed nice enough and had three children of her own. However, when she started showing videos of various births, that was almost more than I could take! I will admit, I even closed my eyes a few times during those videos and I tried to get my Mommy to do the same.

I'm supposed to do what? How am I to know to do all of those things? I can't remember which way to turn, when I'm supposed to turn and drop, and I definitely don't know if I want to leave this very warm place where I am right now.

All during the class, I poked my Mommy to let her know that I didn't like the class one bit! I tried to tell her that I was ready to go home! But, she didn't listen, she just rubbed her belly and tried to calm me down. I wasn't having any of that. I wanted to go home and I didn't want to listen to any more videos or hear any more about what life would be like after February 13.

Do all babies go through this? I didn't realize that. I just thought it was like "here I am" and it was done. This nurse talked about contractions and pain and breathing deep. She even had my Mommy hold a bag of ice for 60 seconds to let her know she could handle just about anything for that long. I'm not sure a bag of ice is the same as having a baby. I guess we will soon see!

Pray for my Mommy and Daddy. I think the reality of it all hit this over the weekend! They definitely need your prayers.

Evan

Good Morning World

Good morning everyone!

It is a cloudy and dreary day here, or at least that's what I heard the TV weatherwoman say this morning. She said it was going to be cloudy, cool, but not as cold as yesterday.

I really don't know what all the fuss is about the weather. Where I am right now it is warm and cozy and just about right. If I only had a little more room, I don't think I would complain at all.

Hopefully, I won't grow up to be a complainer. I hope I'll see the brighter side of life, the good in life, the great things God has made--including me!

My parents keep telling me that I am the greatest gift they have been given. I'm not sure how they can even say that--since they haven't met me yet. But, I believe them because I know they wouldn't lie to me. I hope they will still feel like I am the greatest gift ever after I am born. I'm a little worried about that. I hear that babies like to cry a lot and don't always sleep as much as their parents want them to, and go through tons of diapers a day. I can't imagine having to even wear a diaper!

I did hear Daddy saying the other day that there's a trend among some new parents where they are trying to potty train their babies at birth, rather than waiting for them to get older. Who has ever heard of such! If my parents tried to do that to me I'd be afraid I might fall into the potty! After all, parents need something to look forward to when their babies are about two years old--well, other than the "Terrible Twos" I keep hearing about.

So, Mommy and Daddy, bring the diapers on! I'll do my best not to complain about them or cry when you change me. I'll try really, really, really, really hard. Just for you!

Love,

Evan

Keeping Mommy Awake

Dear Mommy,

Can anyone explain something to me. Why are you not sleeping at night? You get up four or five times a night, waking me up, and making your way to the bathroom. I just don't understand it.

Oh, I hear what you say to people about it--you blame me. You tell them that I am kicking your bladder or laying in a bad spot.

Mom...really. I'm just laying here! I can't really do much about it, now can I? It is dark in here and I am floating around, with time on my hands. I don't have any toys to play with. I can't pull my puppy's tail. I can't even spit up all over you and Daddy. So, I have to have something to keep me busy and occupied.

I'm doing the best I can Mommy. Please cut me a little slack! I'll be here before you know it and I bet you'll miss having me jab and kick you. Well, maybe not, but I'm thinking you will. But, by then, you'll be so busy feeding me, changing my diapers, burping me, and wishing I would go back to sleep, that I doubt you will have time to remember what all of this was like.

That's why I keep blogging about it. So, you'll never forget. But then again, do mothers ever really forget anything? I guess will we see.

Your Son...

Evan

Early Christmas Thoughts

This has been a busy weekend around our house! My Mommy and Daddy have been busy decorating our house for the holidays. You should see our house! There are decorations everywhere, including in my nursery!

I really believe Christmas is my parents' favorite time of the year. My Daddy has always loved Christmas and the celebration of the season. My Mommy isn't far behind in loving Christmas.

My parents began a tradition some years ago, collecting ornaments as they traveled to various places. You should see the number of ornaments they added to the tree this year. Daddy seems to be worried that the tree might fall over due to the weight of all of the ornaments on the tree! I think the tree is okay, it looks good to me, but then again, I can't see very much right now--even though the doctor says my eyes are now developed and can see. I don't know what she thinks I am going to see, it is very dark in here right now.

I can hardly wait to see my parents, my house, and my puppy. Just this afternoon, my parents were putting some decorations in my room and my puppy was playing under my bed. My Mommy is convinced that Peanut is going to sleep under my bed after I am born. Daddy isn't too sure about that, Peanut likes to bark a little too much and she might wake me up too much. I think it would be fun to have Peanut stay in my room. She likes to bark and growl when the doorbell rings. She likes to lick my Mommy and Daddy. She likes to run and play. I think I'll like to run and play too. My Mommy thinks I'm already getting a lot of exercise as I kick her stomach and move around.

We sent our Christmas cards out today and I even asked my parents to include a note about my blog. I'm hoping to get some regular readers and commenters on my site. Will you take a minute and leave me a comment. I'd really like to hear from you. And just in case you are curious--that's not really me floating around on the righthand side--someone asked abaout that. That's off some Web site Daddy found and he thought it was a good way to keep up with my growth. If you want to see an actual picture of me, scroll down and you'll see an actual ultrasound taken a few months ago. I don't know whether or not they'll take another picture of me any time soon. I did hear the nurse saying that they could do a 4-D ultrasound and my parents could actually see my face. We're not too sure we want to do that! We can probably save the money from the ultrasound and see me in a few more weeks. Sounds like a good idea to me.

Anyway, hope you are planning a great Christmas holiday season! Look out for our Christmas letter. If you don't get one from us, please send us a note and we'll add you to our list.

Merry Christmas (a little early)...but it is beginning to look a lot like Christmas around here!

Evan