Yes, I am still alive here. In the trenches of knockedupedness, we are now facing assaults on the bladder almost daily. It is indeed day number 187 of the captivity. I fear the elasticity in the underbelly is giving way... stretch marks will ensue if this full on frontal assault occurs. We have had only a glimpse of the attacker... but daily, he or she is kicking in various spots. At times the whole camp is moving with the commotion. We are pressing forward. We have a clear goal, and a set date for ending this invasion. September 15th... it is a day that will live in infamy... especially if I end up with any stretch marks. :)
No, really I am not an unhappy or moody kockeduped person. I am this moody all the time. HA! Actually I think that once your bra size starts to sound like a stuttering child, (D-D-D-D-D-D-... get it? ) you are allowed a little sarcastic liberty.
So, onto more cheery news... I am finally almost caught up on my Emily Falconbridge "Deck of Me" cards. I even did this week's - this week. Miraculous, I know. Here are some for looks... Thanks for all the e-mails and comments about my Dad. You guys are great, and a real encouragement. :) I am just thankful that my boys have such an amazing father in their lives.
Here are the cards, in no specific order really... and the backs are a little less than spectacular, playing catch up cramps my creative style.