Well, I am off for the morning. I am going to see what the parasite currently infesting my wife for the last 26 weeks looks like. It's odd, really. I felt the little it move for the first time last nite. Deconstucting feelings has always been a strong suit of mine. The ability to boil down to their basest level, and articulate in an elegant fashion my deepest and truest feelings has always been relatively easy. I am a poet for christ's sake. But here, now, in this situation, I find myself at a complete loss as to expressing the sheer wonder, amazement and terror of it all. Oh well, eventually, it will come to me. TTFN. (Oh, christ. It's started already. I am quoting Winnie the Pooh characters.)