Our baby piglet is 19 weeks, and Sarah is noting how much more pressure she is beginning to feel on her belly (which is getting big by the way). Sarah's also been really enjoying wearing such fashionable maternity clothes, none of which she has had to pay for! Pregnancy really has its advantages in that sense. I've been encouraging her to use the "I'm pregnant" card more often, but she's waiting until she's showing more. This could be better than a senior citizen's discount!!!
Any ideas on where to use the pregnancy card for our advantage?
Monday, February 26, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
The miracle of...
Life!? Sure, I still can't get over the wonder and amazement that a baby is growing inside Sarah! DJ put it best as he described the sensitivity we, husbands, need to show to our tired, pregnant wives. "They're MAKING a baby, man. It's gotta be exhausting...like us trying to climb Mt. Rainier or something..." Can it get any clearer?
Lately, I've been overwhelmed with the booming business that baby stuff is. Talk about miracle. Walk into a Babies R'Us store, and it's unfathomable that they can hold so much stuff for such little people. The storefront is misleading and the store itself seems to miraculously multiply in terms of square footage. The sheer number of strollers, cribs, high chairs!?, and ther paraphanelia is unbelievable. Whatever happened to the good old days when moms used to actually rock their babies in their arms? Or when rocking chairs themselves actually rocked instead of swaying back and forth on some oscillating contraption of a doo-hickey?
I had no idea how much "stuff" is out there, and I am surprised that I am feeling the tension already. I love this baby, and I want him/her to have everything in life. This desire, which lies at the heart of every parent, can be destructive though. For am I really loving my child by early on creating this expectation for every thing imagineable? Are there some things that he/she will be better off not having? I realize that I need to start (even now) to build a home where the eternal perspective, and the idea of stewardship and global awareness for God's cause takes effect...lest my child grows up to be an entitled, self-seeking, consumer. God help me towards that end...and of course, even as I write this, I'm looking to the links and seeing our baby registry...I really am the worst of sinners...
Lately, I've been overwhelmed with the booming business that baby stuff is. Talk about miracle. Walk into a Babies R'Us store, and it's unfathomable that they can hold so much stuff for such little people. The storefront is misleading and the store itself seems to miraculously multiply in terms of square footage. The sheer number of strollers, cribs, high chairs!?, and ther paraphanelia is unbelievable. Whatever happened to the good old days when moms used to actually rock their babies in their arms? Or when rocking chairs themselves actually rocked instead of swaying back and forth on some oscillating contraption of a doo-hickey?
I had no idea how much "stuff" is out there, and I am surprised that I am feeling the tension already. I love this baby, and I want him/her to have everything in life. This desire, which lies at the heart of every parent, can be destructive though. For am I really loving my child by early on creating this expectation for every thing imagineable? Are there some things that he/she will be better off not having? I realize that I need to start (even now) to build a home where the eternal perspective, and the idea of stewardship and global awareness for God's cause takes effect...lest my child grows up to be an entitled, self-seeking, consumer. God help me towards that end...and of course, even as I write this, I'm looking to the links and seeing our baby registry...I really am the worst of sinners...
Monday, February 19, 2007
Introductions...
Weighing in at just over 9oz, 5.5 inches tall, and more active than any fetus should be, I'd like to introduce you to myself! Unfortunately I don't get out much, but am hoping one day in the near future to make a grand entrance.
I've been told that I am a very special baby because this year, according to the lunar calendar, is the year of the golden pig! Yes, the golden pig. I prefer to call it the year of the golden boar or some other cool name like that. Pigs just don't instill the kind of respect and notoriety I hope to achieve. Still, I guess I can't complain - God made has fearfully and wonderfully made me golden!
I'll be posting pictures of myself (maybe video) soon, so be sure to check back often. Mom and dad say hi. It's amazing that I can blog via wi-fi!!!
Signing off,
The Golden non-hoggish, boar-like, tusk-baring, behemoth...
I've been told that I am a very special baby because this year, according to the lunar calendar, is the year of the golden pig! Yes, the golden pig. I prefer to call it the year of the golden boar or some other cool name like that. Pigs just don't instill the kind of respect and notoriety I hope to achieve. Still, I guess I can't complain - God made has fearfully and wonderfully made me golden!
I'll be posting pictures of myself (maybe video) soon, so be sure to check back often. Mom and dad say hi. It's amazing that I can blog via wi-fi!!!
Signing off,
The Golden non-hoggish, boar-like, tusk-baring, behemoth...
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