Vicki is still in the hospital and will be for at least another day.

The baby, Rhiannon, is alive and well, weighed 7 pounds, 14 ounces, if I remember correctly, and was either 17 or 19 inches - I think 19 but don't quote me.

Vicki had a c-section, since at the point just BEFORE said operation, she'd been at 6 centimeters for four hours - you women know what I'm talking about here. Guys, you don't WANT to know.

Anyway, she went in under general anesthesia, got her tubes tied while she was there, and is now the proud mother of TWO little terror-girls, not just one. Thomas is glowing. *grin*

Me, I'm not doing so well. Ever wondered what it's like to have your liver replaced? Neither did I, but I think I'm going to find out anyway, soon. Liver replacement just doesn't sound pleasant.

I'm going to spend some time SOON writing up a long-and-complicated explanation, along with a rather serious entry involving what I want my boys to do if something happens to me.

Yes, it needs to be done.

Anyway, now I've updated. I am tired and want some sleep.

Oh, and Caleb is one of the most wonderful men ever to walk the face of the planet. *grins*