It’s been all quiet on the Keller front since our Easter announcement, but life certainly has not been boring.
We’ve both endured an awful first trimester (just telling it like it is) as well as the first few weeks of the second, but the horizon is bright. Hopefully, the remainder of second trimester will leave me feeling more like myself and less nauseated. Jon, too. Just kidding. Jon’s been endlessly supportive and I am a humbled, grateful wife.
We’ve seen our baby a couple times, which still blows our minds. Here he/she is at 9 weeks and again at 12 weeks.
Ultrasound interpretation is an innate ability for few in this world, so let us explain what you’re looking at. The ultrasound photo on the left is just a profile shot of our little sea monster (as I called it in the first few weeks when it had a tail), head on the right and arm/leg buds barely visible. In the 3D ultrasound shot on the right, baby is on its back, legs extended out to the right and crossed at the ankle. Its hand is up by its face and the umbilical cord is clearly visible. Some were quick to say it looks like Jon, but we’re not entirely convinced that’s a compliment: baby’s head was still at alien proportions at 12 weeks.
We’ve entered busier seasons of work, taking both of us on the road. It’s not always easy: let’s be honest, I lose the will to cook a proper meal when Jon’s not around. Not that I’ve had the will to do that recently at all, but still. It’s an exciting time because it means our companies are growing. When working for a start up, that’s the best news there is. We’re grateful for safe travels, profitable months, and new applicants.
On Mother’s Day, Jon was elected to be an elder at our church, Christ Presbyterian. Lord willing, he will serve two 2-year terms and we are excited to support the church in this way and be a part of what God is doing at CPC.
We traveled to Princeton last weekend for the annual Alumni Reunions. We were able to see a number of people who have long been important to Jon and who are now dear to me, as well. During the P-rade (a parade put on by Princeton alumni & their families, for Princeton alumni & their families), I felt like I was looking at a cross-section of a sociological study: 15th-year alumni outnumbered by their strollers, the numerous pregnant women in the 10th-year class. I felt very singular with my almost-there baby belly among the 3rd-year alumni, but enjoyed the solidarity of the one other family pushing their stroller.
We are so excited to learn the gender of our baby at the next ultrasound, 3 weeks from today. Jon believes it’s a boy, and I have long hoped to start a family with an older brother. I was a
pretty very bossy older sister, and my early childhood was punctuated with this warning from my own patient mom: Jacob already has a mother, Maggie. I would rather not take the chance on that “quality” being genetic, but I do have a sneaking suspicion this is a girl. We shall see! In the meantime, my brother has taken to calling this his “niecephew.”
As we practice already the discipline of surrendering the life and well-being of this child to our sovereign God, this prayer especially has meant much to me. It comes from Lucy Olson’s imaginative, witty blog Three Little Peppers. Enjoy!