Well, thanks for the good wishes you all. The weekend wasn't the total disaster I thought it would be. The BIL was pretty quiet and didn't raise any ruckus with us. And while DH was playing intermediary with his parents and thought he was just on the phone with his dad, his mom got to hear that she drives him crazy too. (I think the saying is that eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves?)
Anyway, things have settled back down for now, as far as I know. But who knows what tomorrow, or even this evening, may bring...
The craziness of the weekend totally overshadowed Little One's 4 month doctors visit on Thursday in which it was revealed that she was 25" tall and thus in the 72% for height based on age. WTF? How did she get so big? Wasn't it just yesterday she fit comfortably from head to toe on my thighs when I was sitting? For weight, 14 1/2 pounds put her in the 64%, and her little peanut of a head moved from 0.5% to 33% at 16". So all very good improvements, but pretty phenomenal progress for one starting out under the curve entirely!
Of course, the height does explain why some of her (3-)6 month clothing already seems too short even though she's got more than enough room through the middle.
Oh, and not to brag (too much), but I swear cute is going to be her first word since she hears it so much when I take her with me shopping or on other errands. Good golly gracious how I love her!
Today I picked out a "Thank You" card to send to the RE and his nurses. It's something I've been thinking about since she was 3 months old, and with it being Thanksgiving next week (already?) it just seemed like the appropriate time to express our gratitude for their efforts, kindnesses and hope on our behalf - as well as a good time to send of a picture of Little One (the little failed cycle that did!).