well, it's been an awfully long time... I've got no real excuse, except depression and generalized Blues. The baby is doing well. Starting to take notice of her surroundings. I'm still a wreck. My platelets are still wierd, and my body's crapping out on me, and I feel like a little old lady more often than not. Am I going to be the Sick Mommy in her class, when she's old enough for school? Or am I going to be able to run around with her on the grass and play and laugh for hours? I don't know. Honestly, I don't care beyond her happiness right now. If I think about it too much I may just go nuts again, and I don't think that's the way I want to take this.

Have a good week, Everyone.