It's a family name

My dad's name is James. We gave Taylor a version of it, Jamison...well, that was borrowed from Belushi, so thanks. My oldest daughter is Lauren Jessica, I know, vain. And then we have Christopher, and Aubrey, and Kenna sprinkled in there to carry more meaningfulness forward.

So I guess, I am traditional. I'm an Anne, a perfected version of the Ann I would've inherited otherwise. Makes everything more solid I guess, when moving forward with meaningfulness attached.

It's just Monday

And no, having five kids makes a woman no more likely to predict her own labor than her actual doctor. I always tend to misinterpret that getting-so-uncomfortable stage, and it's only going to get worse from here on out, with labor. Ten days to two weeks still, he said.

Guess the theme will be catharsis then. I've never been so efficient a crier though, it's like 15 to 20 seconds and no more, then refreshed. It's kind of awesome actually. Like, two days ago I was imagining the delivery and was washed over with the strangest image of myself begging God for my child's life.

Very painful for the heart muscle, and supporting ligaments...but it just poured out in one quick dose, then pure relief. And last night, don't remember which part of "I can't handle this, absolutely sure of that..." I was tempting close. But my favorite theologian literally turned away from his Bible reading, and faced me with the key words I've been holding on to since the healing room.

"God is sufficient," he reminded me. And He is.