Babies!

Hello Everyone,

Daniel and I have been sick for about a week now. He got a nasty cold over Thanksgiving and then passed it on to me. Jo (Mike's wife) and Marg(my mother in law) have also had colds. Our state of lethargy was interrupted this morning, however, by a call from Daniel's parents anouncing the exciting news that Naomi's water had broken. A minute before I jokingly remarked that he better check his voicemail in case Naomi had gone into labor. I have a sixth sense I tell you.

This is the second time I will be an auntie this year and it's all very nerve racking. I don't think I'm ready for the responsibility of children yet. Today and during Beatrice's birth I jumped up and down, paced around and proceeded to worry about the whole process. The pain, the hospital, the giant life popping out of a tiny space. There are so many things that could go wrong....but usually don't.

This leads me something else I've been thinking about recently: I worry a lot. I know we're supposed to have this quiet faith that God will work everything out. And, from my recent experiences with surgery and finding a career, I've come to realize that He usually does. My motto tends to be, I know He'll work everything out BUT I better worry about it in the mean time.

Anyway, back to the subject at hand. We just got an update that Naomi has had her epidural, her parents have arrived, and she's going to take a nap. I can put my mind at ease now. Not that MY worrying is of any importance at all.

As I am writing, Daniel is methodically tidying the apartment. I love watching as he calmly folds blankets and painstakingly purges his video game collection of games he has undoubtedly had for too long. Although his systematic nature used to irritate me, I find a lot of comfort in it now. Daniel is unfailingly placid and steadfast. That is why I married him.