We call this one the terminator view. “Come with me if you want to live.”

The hospital is demoing new ultrasounds and Shaleah was the first guinea pig.

I think one of the most difficult adjustments to make as an adult is becoming comfortable with failure. As kids, failure is, for all practical purposes, not an option. Failure is held up as a spectre to be avoided at all costs. Mediocrity, of course, is not. A grade of “D-” is not failure, only a grade of “F” is failure. I’m still unclear about “F+”.

As an adult, however, failure is a constant companion. No one is going to laud your accomplishment of performing your job competently, or admire you for picking up your dirty clothes. Most jobs, most…

Today you have been gestating for 20 weeks. Where does the time go? It seems like just yesterday you were a fetal pole. Anyway, I digress.

You’re halfway to 40 weeks, but I would be thrilled if you would just stay put until 36 or 37 weeks. No use rushing out the door. And not that you would take my advice, but don’t give your mother so much grief.

Ha, very astute. I do sound like a Jewish grandmother, but your vicious verbal barbs do not phase me. Now, eat something! You’re skin and bones!

Weekly Recap

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Here we have a picture of Shaleah’s amazing hibiscus plant. So far in August we’ve had several blooms every day. It is the prettiest part of the backyard.

Don’t pay any attention to the other parts of the backyard, they are decidedly less pretty. Now that it isn’t 96 degrees fahrenheit with 97% humidity every day we occaisionally eat lunch out on the back patio. The splash of color really brightens your day.

On wednesday this week we found out with relative certainty that the twins are both girls. So they’ll each have a sister. Never having known what it is like to have a sister I can’t help them much with guidance, but if it is anything like having brothers I’m sure they’ll fight all the time and be best friends.

I asked Shaleah what it was like to have a sister and she said it was great so I’m optimistic that they’ll love each other. Neither of us knows what…