Dear Daughter, It's funny. I've written you several times since my son was born, and I'll admit - when I started, it was a chore. I didn't want to think about some pretty little girl coming along & ripping my most precious possession from my arms. (You'll understand those feelings someday!) But as I've started praying for you regularly, God has been shaping my heart to love you as a part of our family, even now, when your husband is just 3 years old. Moments in our household where bodily functions are all too funny and tackles & hugs don't look very different (which I wouldn't change…well, maybe the bodily functions part!), I find myself thinking about you. How someday in those moments we will immediately look to the one other, shrug our shoulders and laugh. I wonder about you - where you live; if you go to preschool; if you wear tutus & twirl, begging your mom to try on her lipgloss, or if you are constantly ripping bows out of your hair & not using your "inside voice." I wonder if your hair is curly or straight and if your eyes are blue or brown. I wonder if you [...]

So the Pregnancy Journey Begins Over the next 7 months, I will be doc­u­ment­ing my preg­nancy: nutri­tion, exer­cise, doctor’s appoint­ments, books I am read­ing, etc. get­ting ready for Baby Myers! It’s actu­ally a pretty amaz­ing (and some­what long) story of why my preg­nancy is such a mir­a­cle. So instead of typ­ing it, I’d rather tell it… [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKacyiXIBLc?rel=0&w=560&h=315] Noah's Birthday As Told by Mommy No, I thought to myself. Look again. This is not happening. But it was. As much as I tried to imag­ine it away, there was def­i­nitely a lit­tle blood each time I went to the bathroom. Scared, I called my doctor’s office and asked to speak with one of the nurses. “Have you been more active than usual?” she asked. “Not more than usual,” I replied back. “I mean, I did work out yes­ter­day, but I’ve been work­ing out my entire preg­nancy. I did start to feel uncom­fort­able, so I stopped, but I think Noah has just dropped a lit­tle lower. I was sup­posed to teach Tur­bo­Kick tonight, but I already got my class subbed for this afternoon.” “That’s good,” she said, “Are you still feel­ing the baby move?” “Yes,” I said, breath­ing a sigh [...]