{{Debet}}
Urgh. Up much too late -- Matilda has commandeered my side of the bed, and is just lying there being a hot-blooded little spundle of body heat of furnace-like degree. So I'm out here trying to get myself chilled enough that it'll be a sweet sleepy relief to go back to bed and curl up with my own little Jack-Jack.
eta: And I totally was also secretly hoping to find news of Jess and Fone and the wee one. She must be in the middle of active pushing right about now.