I see you young and soft, oh little baby, Little feet, little hands, little feet, little feet, little baby

John and I are very excited to tell you that one of my New Year's Resolutions has come true. You know, the one about the baby, growing inside me, that's the resolution that I'm talking about. We are way excited. I will have to admit that I have been fairly nervous, but the first trimester is behind me, and I'm feeling a little bit more at ease. I haven't had too much nausea, and have only gained a few pounds so far, so sometimes it seems like a dream. But then we see the ultrasounds and hear the heartbeat, and the dream becomes full fledged reality all over again. I am due around Christmas, which sucks for this little baby, but we're thinking of naming him or her Jesus, or Nicholas, or Klaus. Susanne in Germany's next door neighbor's name is Klaus. Speaking of Susanne, she has trouble with some of our lingo sometimes, and somewhere along the way she called having a "bun in the oven" having "bacon in the oven." John likes to tease her that very rarely in America do we cook bacon in the oven. And he would know. Anyway, I'm looking forward to calling her and telling her I have bacon in my oven.