So that flu I had a couple of weeks ago turned out to not be the flu after all. It's something just a tad bit more permanent - about 7 months more permanent to be exact. SURPRISE! Allen Baby #4 is on its way - or #4, #5, and #6 as Reas seems to think. At least then I'd be able to call it quits for sure. We are so excited, but my body has never taken to pregnancy with much grace and for some reason this go around has been even worse. This is only the second time I've sat up at the computer in the last 2 1/2 weeks and I'll probably need a 3 hour nap to recover from this. Reas has stepped up wonderfully to the call of Mr. Mom even with him starting back to school. My mom was here last week to help out and is coming back tomorrow. Thank goodness for family and many friends who have helped. Even the kids are pitching in. Maggie has made more PB and J's than what is healthy for any kid to eat, Ty makes do with cartoons and computer games all day, and Claire doesn't even complain anymore when her diaper is sagging down to her knees. Hopefully this won't last more than a few more weeks, but in the meantime I probably won't be posting much along the way. I miss catching up on all your blogs. I feel like a little part of my world is missing since that's how I keep in touch with so many of you. But I know it can't last for ever. Hope you're all well and looking forward to Fall as much as I am. Until next time...