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Gelatinous by-products aside, this little critter is really on the up and up. With the chin, nose, and forehead being much more defined now, Hankemma is starting to look like a real human rather than a tadpole (ew). With facial muscles in tact, this kid can smile at my jokes, turn its nose down at that rank bathroom spray people STI
LL insist on using, and wrinkle its little brow at life's tough questions (often posed by Corey). Measuring only about 3-6 inches in length and weighing no more than a slice or two of cheese, this little guy (or gal) has fingerprints of its own and rests comfortably in amniotic fluid that provides a fresh warm cushion every three to four hours. Those must have been the days of glory. Throughout the second trimester, there is going to be some Nascar-speed growth happening, for both mother and child. Pretty soon, Amy won't be able to walk through the grocery store without millions of hormone-hungry women reaching their arms out to molest her abdomen with unadulterated shamelessness.
In a more made-for-Oprah moment, Amy heard her baby's heartbeat for the first time last week. Tears ensued as the pitter-patter of new life resounded around the room. In all serious though, this was a very exciting moment because it was indicative of the baby's good health (as if we had any doubt)!
Learning about Amy's baby's development (almost) week-by-week has inspired me to more actively seek more knowledge on the miracle of life. On second thought, "actively" might be an inaccurate way of defining the research I've done-- from the sofa of my living room, I've watched hours and hours of baby shows on Discovery Health almost as if it's become a new hobby (read: obsession) of mine. I've learned all about the squishiness of a baby's head at the time of birth, the strange development of genitalia, and women who miraculously sense their pregnancy within hours of it happening (liars, maybe?). Check your local cable listing.
For many of us younguns in the office, Amy's pregnancy is our first opportunity to watch the miracle of life first-hand. The experience brings a new perspective through which we view the present and analyze the past. Armed with an enhanced life-lens I hope to tackle the great mysteries and raise my own questions in "deep thoughts provoked by Amy's baby."
Genesis 1:27
"God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them."
If we are all created in God's image, does that mean God looks like a gelatinous, translucent blob, whose head makes up over half of it's 2 inch body? Perhaps God looks like your freckly ginger nephew, or The Notorious B.I.G., or Pamela Anderson! But wait! All of these people look completely different! Is God some sort of shape-shifting chameleon? Maybe he's a large amalgamation of all of us, held together by Elmers glue, gravity, and divine power.
Whether shape-shifting chameleon or enormous glue ball, your pimply ginger nephew rears his nauseating head into God's image completely for a millisecond, or as small part of the greater whole. Which leads us to the obvious question, when a viciously ugly person comes into existence does God become self conscious and superficial, looking into the cosmic mirror saying to himself, "damn, my image is wack?"
Lets step back a moment though, there's no need for your ginger cousin to look like your ginger cousin! God, being omnipotent, has the ability to make everyone beautiful! Why doesn't he? The only logical conclusion is that our collective purpose is to entertain the big guy as he reclines on his lazy-boy, watching the universal television show that is our existence, and God likes sitcoms. Now you know the meaning of life. You're welcome.
Note: some critics may say "hey wise guy, beauty is a subjective social construct, our many differences should be celebrated not critiqued, life's true beauty is measured on the inside through the sum of actions exercised via our free will." But only ugly people say that. Shut up you ugly cultural relativist critics.
LL insist on using, and wrinkle its little brow at life's tough questions (often posed by Corey). Measuring only about 3-6 inches in length and weighing no more than a slice or two of cheese, this little guy (or gal) has fingerprints of its own and rests comfortably in amniotic fluid that provides a fresh warm cushion every three to four hours. Those must have been the days of glory. Throughout the second trimester, there is going to be some Nascar-speed growth happening, for both mother and child. Pretty soon, Amy won't be able to walk through the grocery store without millions of hormone-hungry women reaching their arms out to molest her abdomen with unadulterated shamelessness.
