I’m having some feelings of inadequacy. I just don’t seem to know what to say in these weekly writings to you. People keep asking me if I talk to you. Nope, that’s your dad who has long, “secret” conversations with you. The kind where he tells me not to listen. I think about you all the time, literally, ALL the time, but the words just aren’t there. But instead of letting those feelings of inadequacy win, I’m going to tell myself it’s perfectly ok. Because I think that’s what I would tell you to do in the same situation. Not compare myself to those who write beautiful essays to their children or have the most breathtaking maternity photos. Because you and me, this week we both got good reports at the doctor. You have a ‘happy heartbeat.’ I have a full tube of Preparation H. And we both have Walker who is taking the best care of us. And in this 30th week, that’s all we need.