Now it can be told.

I'm gonna be a great-grandma.  Well, that's not exactly news, being a g-g already 8 times, but this one is special.  This is Gryffan, my darling grandson out of Megan and his lady Tracey.   It'll probably be a Saggitarian, and Gryffan should be able to handle that, having dealt with his mother.  But I don't know about Tracey.  I wish her the best.  Being a mommy of a Saggitarian ain't easy, lemme tellya!!!  Oh, I already did that, .didn't I.

Gryffan has been having sympathetic pregnancy problems, so when I say "they" are pregnant, it's literally true.  He's been nauseated, had cravings, can't stop eating, has to be near a bathroom at all times.  Could a girl have a more sympathetic partner?  Oooh, just wait till labor starts. 

I had a LOUD message on my phone that I couldn't understand. When I called Gryffan back and asked him what that sound of jubilation was all about, he said "I heard the baby's heartbeat."  Well, that surely is something to be jubilant about, especially the first time.  Eh?

I have an idea to throw out there amongst my readers.  How about a cyber baby shower?  If I were to invite you to a baby shower for the as-yet unborn child, what would you bring?  Keeping in mind, of course, that grandma gets to buy the crib.  I don't know where to find a 36-hour clock, but I'd throw that in, too. 

Oh, and a little advice to the new mommy and daddy would be in order.  I'm sure there's a treasure-trove of advice you all have to offer.  From your own experience.  And don't hold back on the sour experiences.  They need to know that, too.   And then give thanks when it doesn't happen. 

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In other news:  I'm getting better.  Not well, just better than yesterday.  Coughing a lot, but the fever is gone, and I'm looking forward to life again.

Shalom