Week 18...... The Pregnancy Continues......

Thank God!

And to everyone who sent their thoughts and prayers for The Wife's well-being, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!

The Wife is off bed-rest! That pesky placenta is back where it belongs, and The Wife and the youngling are doing well; both are healthy and the little bugger's growing like a weed. In two weeks we'll find out for sure if he's a boy or not....

The Wife knows. She was right about all our kids, so when she says she knows, she KNOWS.

Just thought I'd let you who care know what's going on.

Peace be with you all, my friends.

"I'm Thirty - Seven, I'm Not *Old*!"

I've waited.... well..... 37 years to say that!

If you don't get the reference, watch this:




Happy Birthday to me....

I've had a good couple of days. The Wife was doing some research of her own on her condition. She found that, since she was diagnosed this early in her pregnancy, there is a good chance that her placenta will "migrate" away from her cervix


(Pack your bags, you pesky membrane & move along!)

within the next few weeks, taking her off bed-rest.... which she's awful at anyway: she sucks at "bed-rest". Not that I blame her -- when you have no choice in the matter, (being told you can't move or something bad will happen) is COMPLETELY DIFFERENT from choosing to veg-out on the couch for days at a time...

So that's good news! Possibly.... We hope.....

Yesterday, Contagion came over bearing a gift, a product of hours of leather working that I found quite touching: He took a binder (such as I use to hold song lyrics for re-enactments) and hand stitched a cover for it!

NOT an easy thing to do!

He sewed it with a soft, dark brown deerskin covering the outside and thick cowhide leather on the inside. It's held together with sinew and has a deer antler button on the front, to be held closed with a braided sinew cord. On the inside cover is stamped:

"For Sengo...
...Because we forgive the Irish

Seamus"

On top of that, he spent a load of time hunting on-line for songs to go into the folder!

That in itself can be a pain in the arse, especially if your not sure of the name of the song you're looking for.

Thank you Seamus! :-)

Then, tonight I got home from work about 8pm. I noticed the garage door was open, so rather than go into the house by the front door, I went to the back, closed the garage, and went in the back door.

THAT threw a wrench into "The Surprise"...

The Wife, her Mom, our neighbor "Ms. H", & all my childerbeasts were lying in wait for me to come in the front door.... in the dark.

I hear "Ms. H" say, "Crap! He's coming in the back door!"

I'm laughing by now & stepping into the dining room from the kitchen I hear,

"Surprise!!!"

I'm swarmed by Snoofy, Magoo, and Li'l Man (he's not a "Baby Boy" anymore! *sniff*) yelling, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!"

Whatever bad stuff happened that day... just kinda disappeared from memory.

The Wife baked me a chocolate cake...

I TOLD you, she SUCKS at the whole bed-rest thing!

... and on it printed in frosting, "You're 37, you're not old!"

The kids made me cards (which I always love getting!), & The Wife got me a gift card for Barnes & Noble's.

I sometimes wonder how I of all people got such a great family.

Lastly, but not leastly (?)....

Thank you all for your prayers & kind thoughts and words!

I have had a true education in friendship these last few days/weeks. Some of you I've met briefly, some a few times, and some of you not at all. Hopefully someday we'll all have a chance to get together so's I can thank you all in person for all of your emotional support and prayers. I truly can't find the words to express my gratitude to all of you, as anything I might say would sound..... so..... inadequate... compared to the outpouring of good will toward me and mine.

Thank you all again, and again, and again......

Love,
Wes