Honeydew

  For the next week and a half, Octavious is the size of a honeydew melon.  If Rachel were to stand in front of the car at night, the headlights would cause his tiny little eyes to dilate.  If she were to sing to him, he can recognize and react to simple songs.  (Hence the reason I don't sing often around her--we don't want him to be born early in an attempt to flee the womb, thinking he can escape my voice!)

  It's all so amazing to consider--he's truly a little person in there, and as the time goes on he grows nearer to the form and qualities he will have when he is no longer in the womb.  All the parts are there and continue to develop, and Rachel and I stand in awe as we await the delivery of God's gift into our lives.

  We get an ultrasound next Tuesday, and I am so excited about that--we'll be able to see what God has been doing inside her, and we'll marvel at the little man we are about to meet, and wonder how God does such amazing things.