Epic Tales of Hyperbole

I don’t have much. I have a vivid imagination, but I can’t get my emotions to follow very well. When something bad or good happens to someone, I can imagine how I would react to the emotions I would be having but I just can’t seem to imagine the actual emotions.

When people used to tell me they were getting married or divorced, I knew how to react appropriately, but I couldn’t imagine how they were feeling. Then I got married, and the joy and pain of marriage became very personal. I could imagine how a coupe could get to the point of wanting a divorce (not that I’ve ever felt that way, darling). I could understand their pain, but I could also realized the great damage it would cause to get divorced.

Its been much the same with abortion. I knew that it was wrong; I could make the logical connections why it was life inside the womb, but I couldn’t begin to imagine what it felt like to be the protector of an unborn child. Then Judy got herself pregnant. Well, I may have helped… And now I would lay my life down to protect that tiny little life that so many say has none.

Every week I read about the new amazing things that are happening to my unborn child. Miraculous things like eyelids fingernails and hiccups. I even read that it actually looks like a human being now, just really, really, small.

So any of you who didn’t know, Judy and I are having a baby. Right now its 12 weeks and has a beautiful 160bpm heartbeat.