Mom, Dad I guess you might as well know. I told Grandma last week so I imagine the cat it nearly out of the bag anyway. Dave and I are going to have a new baby. The baby is due in March. We are very excited and the kids are starting to get what is happening. Phoenix fake barfs and says the baby makes him sick every day. Poppy thinks the baby should be named Shelley, after her mermaid Barbie. Willow has offered to share her top bunk with the new baby even if it is a boy. This is actually quite astounding considering Dave hasn't even offered to share his side of the bed. He thinks that the baby (and mom) might have to bunk in my old bedroom up stairs! I am, of course, thrilled. Not only will I complete my lovely family but I will have one last and final chance to produce the "favorite" heir or at least a close second. Rugby' s hair isn't all that red... Willow swears that she saw hair on the sonogram. I didn't have the heart to tell her that at 8 weeks the baby doesn't have arms let alone hair.
PS The picture is of the baby at about 8 weeks. The heart was beating and the little blop measured the right length. There is only 1 in there. Whew!
