An okay day...

Dear son,

I'm very happy with your development so far. It seems to me that you respond to the sound of my voice. I like to put my hand on your mother's belly and speak to you and feel you kick around. It's very exciting and fascinating, and it makes me wonder if things make you smile or frown while you're in there. I also wonder what if anything is going through your sweet baby brain. You've never seen a single thing in the world to create memories or associations with yet. You're a beautiful blank slate. Do you dream? Do you contemplate the infinite?

On a more mundane level, I've still been feeling kind of poorly today, but better now. Your mom had kind of a hard time sleeping last night, which I'm afraid to say is due mostly to you, young man. It's all the changing hormones, I guess, plus it's Nature's way of getting us ready for those two a.m. feedings. So thanks a lot for that. But your mom worked pretty hard today so she's really tired but also reasonably well fed, which usually translates into a good night's sleep for her, and consequently me as well. And that shows us God's mercy, because I can function fairly decently without any sleep, but if I have a little sleep that is disturbed, I feel like an alien observer on a different planet the next day. People are funny, as you'll find out. Good night!

I love you.

--Dad