Tiddle Watch

Yesterday when I went in for my weekly check-up, my doctor gave us some interesting news. Last week when I was in, she was surprised at how low the baby is in my pelvis--+1 station in labor speak. This week, baby was between +2 and +3--meaning the baby has dropped even further. She also told me that I was two centimeters dilated. All this was fine and dandy until she added that she might expect to see me in the hospital before my appointment next Wednesday. Essentially, Tiddle could come any time.

Now, I feel fine. I haven't had any contractions, though understandably I am experiencing a lot of pressure. And many women dilate early and wait a few weeks to go into labor. I'm trying not to get too anxious about it, because ultimately it's in God's hands. But it was a bit of a wake up call for me. I've been living under this assumption that Tiddle would be late and that I had all this time--that my Mom would be here, if not the day the baby was born, shortly thereafter. That my doctor is saying that I most likely won't make it to my due date has made me both nervous (wondering if I'm ready for baby) and excited (being completely ready to meet my little Tiddle).

Good Friday

I don't have any particularly profound thoughts to share on Good Friday, but I've been thinking over an article I read today on Boundless. It's a modern day retelling of the Resurrection story. Here's an excerpt:

In the dawning light, John looked again at the Master's grave: the open hole where they'd seen his body lowered on Friday. Beside it, a casket lay open — not carelessly thrown aside, but gently lifted from the ground. The Master's suit, smelling vaguely of embalming chemicals, was draped over the side.

Simon took a deep breath. "We better tell the other guys ... about the Master. Get 'em to help look for the body—"

"But Simon, remember when he said...."

"What?"

"The Master talked about.... Do you think—"

Simon stared at him blankly. "What?"

"Nothing ... I mean — nothing."

"Then let's go. There's a phone at the gas station." Simon turned and strode towards the parking lot.

John followed, but only after one more glance at the gravesite. The suit; just lying there — that's what made him think about the Master's prediction....

I found the whole story very powerful. I hope you all will take a few minutes to read it and contemplate it. You can find it in its entirety here.

The Belly

I know that I sent this picture to the family, but since I just invited a few people that haven't seen me in a while, I thought I would go ahead and post a picture of what I look like very pregnant. Drumroll, please.....

My Sentiments Exactly

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Three Months

In the span of three months, I have or will become a licensed professional structural engineer, a church elder, and a father. I'm humbled, energized, overwhelmed, enthused, and exhausted, all at the same time. And so I figure, why not become a blogger at the same time? Let's share the journey.

Belly Dancer

Mad Libbers

Daniel's firm gave me a baby shower on Thursday night. We created a mad lib story while we were there. We thought you might enjoy the result:

"Jill stopped everything she was doing when she felt a sudden painful contraction in her big toe. Of course, the first thing she did was go to Daiei and jump to keep her mind off the discomfort.

When the contractions became more frequent, Daniel suggested that she eat until she knew for sure if she was in labor. She slyly declined. She was sure it was time to go to Moanalua and give birth to her hot baby.

Before leaving, she called the lawyer and said she would be leaving right after she breathed. Within 37 minutes of hanging up the phone, she was the point where she could not even talk during a contraction. When Daniel walked into the bathroom and saw her on her hands and knees hiccupping he said, "We are going NOW!" and quickly packed up the Civic and got everything ready.

The drive to Moanalua was cute. When Jill arrived, the lawyer examined her. She was 8 centimeters dilated and the baby's nose was right there. The lawyer suggested she try hoping through a few contractions. It worked! Her flyswatter broke! One hundred and three more pushes and a loud "Egad!" later, the baby was born.

Baby Tiddle was so perfect, with a smart belly button and six fingers and toes. Everyone noticed immediately that the baby had his father's cheek and his mother's ear. He weighed 11 pounds, 10 ounces and was 43 inches long."

Going Live

Ok, I'm giving in to the family peer pressure.

I figured since I am on spring break, it would be a good time to get this thing going. I've really enjoyed keeping up with Dustin and Corrie's blog. I hope you all have a fun time keeping up with ours! Happy reading!