I'm back!

Sorry for being MIA for so long. I got hit with West Nile Virus, or perhaps it was Lyme Disease, or maybe galloping consumption (poor Ruby Gillis!). Or maybe it was just a mean virus. At any rate, after 17 days I'm starting to feel better. (Has it really been seventeen days? Yes. Isn't that terrible?)

My ultrasound was supposed to be yesterday afternoon, but my doctor's ultrasound machine is "dying", so I had to reschedule with the clinic ultrasound tech. So it's tomorrow morning. Hopefully by tomorrow afternoon I can post a picture and let you all guess whether June will be moderately annoyed by her womb-name or whether he will be completely traumatized by the embarrassment of "June." (Although this is my third pregnancy, this is my first one with nobody on either side of the family pregnant too! It sort of feels weird. Caren? Telima? Michelle? Kim? (hee hee. Kim's youngest is eleven. She'd be horrified if she was expecting.)

So my boy is growing up, and, sure enough, he has a strange imagination. He calls the library the "Tower of Power", the upstairs is the "mountain cave", his dragon has gone away but now my belt is a dog. A dog that doesn't want to touch the carpet because it might get dirty. Ooookay.

As for my ladybug, there is nothing cuter than having her sit on your lap (a place she's been for ten minutes or more), and then she twists around and says, "HI!" in a bright, shiny voice. Like she just noticed you were there. And her temper tantrums are adorable (for now...). She opens her mouth into a perfect "O" and makes a noise that is half-way between "OOOOOOOO" and a growl. And then occasionally she throws herself on the floor and grunts.

And that's my life. I'm glad Katy's doing a little better (poor baby!), and I hope she gets all the way better soon. And Samuel, when do you find out what your scores are? And David and Amy, you out there?