23 weeks

From Dad…
Closer and closer. I heard on the radio the other day that 23 weeks is the earliest that a baby can survive outside the womb, if it came to an extreme premature birth. This kind of thought is really scary, and more than a little daunting. Especially when the story was centered around a national drug shortage for things like intravenous calcium. I know you’re really a big mover, but this just seems so insanely early to start thinking about that kind of thing. But it is October already, which is another very scary thought. I don’t really know what to make of this whole passage of time thing.

Your mother has a really great storybook idea for the design of your room. Very comfortable. I’m really looking forward to seeing it all in place. So many moving parts these days. Your mother and I just signed a lease this morning for our office, which come November will be complete with a little children’s zone as well as a Murphy zone. Fun for the whole family. Everything’s starting to come together. But let’s stay away from thoughts of offices and work and premature drug-shortage births and just take a deep breath. Or in your case, just lie quietly, be well, stay warm, and happy cooking.

From Mom…
If you can’t already tell by today’s post you will quickly learn that your father is the dramatic one of the family. I may need to ban him from listening to NPR too early in the morning. As a way to make fun of this trait of his, around our 4th or 5th date I bought him a book called “Everything Is Bad for You: An A-Z Guide to What You Never Knew Could Kill You”. I guess it is a good balance though for us. I tend to not worry enough sometimes. Maybe the fact that I am currently listening to Bob Dylan’s “Buckets of Rain” has a part in the way I feel but I just think you have take things as they come. Know that things don’t always work out but you just have to do what you can and love when things are going well. And right now my little honey bee…things are pretty rad.

“Life is sad
Life is a bust
All ya can do is do what you must
You do what you must do and ya do it well
I'll do it for you honey baby
Can't you tell?” –Bob Dylan