Friends, It is 5AM. We have been in the hospital now for three hours. Alli has been given her epidural, and now feels, she says, like she’s sitting in a bowl of soup. Everything is going smoothly. By everyone’s best guess, Jonah should arrive around noon, or maybe a little later, today. We’ve been up … Continue reading Peculiar Graces: Here We Are Now. In the Thick. →

Friends, Alli has had some Maybe Signs this morning—that is, signs of Maybe We're Going Into Labor Now—and we have been timing contractions, and we're still in the Maybe Boat: we can't tell one way or the other whether we are actually beginning the thick of it soon. Of course, if we do, we will … Continue reading Peculiar Graces: False Alarm or Maybe Not →

Friends, As you already know: Alli and I are expecting a child. This child’s name is Jonah. He does not speak yet, nor does he make any other sounds—because right now he breathes liquid goo, and you can’t huff and puff and scream when you’re breathing liquid goo—but he moves around, and he knows our … Continue reading Peculiar Graces: This Child’s Name Is Jonah →