Anyhow, thanks for everyone's love and prayers, and for my sweet husband who does all the work around here and enables me to lay in bed and watch Remington Steele and read Patricia Wentworth and Dorothy Sayers in between urping sessions. :)
P.S. Irony was stretched across my tummy yesterday morning and felt her first baby kick. She jumped through the roof and watched my tummy suspiciously for the next thirty minutes from the relative safety of my thighs. >^..^<
|Irony, after the Traumatic Experience.|
Never a dull moment!