You Are A...

Dear Malcolm,

Well, it has been awhile since your dad has written you a letter, but that does not mean that I have not been thinking of you.  I am almost finished with my penultimate semester of seminary and things are looking good (presuming I can write a mildly decent Hebrew exegesis paper).  All said, this has been a busy semester and seems to have flown by faster than the rest.  Maybe that is because we are in eager anticipation of your arrival April 24^th-ish.

We found out yesterday that you are indeed a Malcolm and not a Malcolmette.  Translation: You’re a Boy!!  If by the time you are able to read this you are finally figuring out that you are a boy then it has just been affirmed that I am a terrible father and obviously know even less about parenting than I thought.  You currently weigh about 14oz. and, according to the doctor, you are growing just fine.  Your organs are developing normally and we were able to see both of your hands and both of your feet yesterday.  Oh yeah, and we saw your face and I must admit that the biasness of thinking my son is the best looking boy on the planet has already begun.

So here is our reaction to the first time we saw your face.  We’ll see you again in April.

Love,

Dad

My Heart Beat When I Saw Yours

Dear Malcolm,

Your mom and I went to the doctors office this past Friday.  This is the doctor that your mom visits yearly and one your dad will never, ever.

That said, he seems to be a good guy and has yours and your mom's best interests at heart.  Speaking of hearts, I saw yours beat and I felt mine.  You are currently only about the size of an olive but your heartbeat is strong.  It looks like a flickering of light through the ultrasound which is strange because I can only imagine that it is fairly dark in there.  

Your mom has still not been feeling well these last few weeks and we are told that will likely continue for another month or so.  We are told that this is a good sign and that it means that you are growing and sucking life out of your mother.  Like I said, we are told this is good and I can only choose to believe the experts.  I'm feeling pretty good so far, thanks.  In any case, you are on your way and I suppose we will see you sometime in April (and hopefully not before).

We'll leave the light on for you.

Love,
Dad