EASTER.

Not necessarily happy, but Easter nonetheless.

The First Month

Well, another couple of weeks have gone by at the Ewald compound. Our apologies for the silence.

Apparently these are the days and weeks that, somewhere in the future, we will be looking back upon with fond memories. How little Anders was, how we had to sleep with a bouncy seat in our bed, how Patsy learned to time her begging alongside Ander's hunger, and those tile-echoed screams of his first official bath. Our new lives are taking shape day by day, and what's left of night by night. Where once we used clocks, we can skillfully tell time by what shows are on (Maury at 4am, 2pm, and 4pm*, Wheel of Fortune at 7:30pm sharp). We're taking less care of ourselves as we care more for our little man friend.

That said, we always remember to brush before whatever bed means. We still eat breakfast in what could generally be considered morning. And lord is there dancing - we haven't lost the art of dance! If anything, Anders has really made us step up our Running Man game...

Which is all just to say - there's not a ton to say, though we're alive. We have a child and we're trying our hardest—who could ask for anything more?


*Admittedly, this is our cheap attempt to feel better about ourselves. With every Povich reveal of who isn't the father, to know that—"in the case of Anders - David you ARE the father"—we feel pretty damn good about this whole thing.

Anders at one week.

We are still alive. Between the worries and stares of adoration we are slowly finding out how to resume tiny pieces of our former lives. Part of which includes sorting through the hundreds of photos we've taken during his almost-two weeks with us.

If you'd like to see more photos, please visit our Flickr accounts (see links in right column). We'll be posting photos as Anders allows.

Anders

Welcome Anders to the world. It was one hell of a fight getting from there to here, but all are well. There is much much more to come, but wanted to get these couple of photos out there for the world to see.

Thanks for all the past well-wishes. They seem to have treated us well.

But who's counting?

252. That's the number of recorded contractions we've had in less than 48 hours (Thanks iPod Touch). Unfortunately they haven't produced a baby yet - just a tired body and whole lot of restless waiting. Just when they get strong enough to inhibit walking and close enough to warrant a trip to the hospital, the tides turn and we are reminded once again that this is not our show to run.

Thanks to all who have emailed, texted, tweeted, phoned, etc. We appreciate your support and look forward to sharing some news... soon? ...later? ...in good time.

The Waiting. . .

is the hardest part.

Awakenings

Though she hasn't confessed to either scenario, here's what I think happened:

1) Either Saralyn wanted to get all the press involved with having the "First Baby of 2009."

OR

2) This was all an elaborate test run of Rapid Response Team Ewald.

In either case, we had our first unscheduled, unexpected trip to the hospital for our New Year's Day celebration. To make a very long story short: After a day of being monitored in the hospital, everybody is safe, healthy, happy, and still awaiting our scheduled due date with a newfound readiness. RRTE is ready and waiting—Bring it on, life!