..Champ. I call the baby Champ. So if you hear me talking to myself and uttering the word Champ, I’m just talking to the child I currently carry around all day. Since we’re waiting to find out Champ’s gender until the big day (we’re calling it parents day around here), Champ is gender-neutral. It’s also what Jonathan and I sometimes call each other. I hope this doesn’t get confusing.

Dear Champ, this week you are now the size of the whole of my hand. Or at least that’s what the books tell me. 5 inches long and you weigh as much as a turnip! Please keep growing, but please don’t get a really big head. Mom wants you to have a nice small head that fits easily into hats and through shirts. This morning, while we were lying in bed and Dad was getting ready for work, I felt you move for the very first time! Good job, please keep kicking and punching! I tried to get you to do it again, but you’re pretty stubborn. You’re a pretty amazing miracle already. I can’t wait to see what you look like and teach you about things like plants and flowers and take you to the beach and poke things with sticks together and a million other things that I think about each day. Keep growing! You’re doing a great job!