Where am I? -- Early Winter 1997

I shook my head at my husband.  "I know that I must," I said to him, "so I will.  It's quite alright, Ollie.  Settle down."  He was all worked up.  It was rather adorable.

I chuckled at Katie.  "I don't know how you put up with me," I said to her, trying to be playful through my worry.

I smirked at Oliver.  "I have no idea, either," I replied easily with an air of disbelief.  I leaned back in the bed and put a hand on my belly.  "At least our little guy is healthy."

I let out a sigh of relief.  "I am so happy about that," I said, putting my hand atop of Katie's that rested on her stomach.  I grinned at her and laughed a bit.  "He must know that we're talking about him."  I could not believe that our son was kicking so much.  "You think that's alright?"  It was an awful lot.

I chuckled and looked at Oliver.  "I am sure he's fine," I said to my husband.  "Since I'm going to be stuck in here for a little while... we need to try to figure out a name for our son."

Katie always tried to find the light in the darkest of situations.  I smiled at her.  "Ah yes, a name... I have a feeling that this will be a very difficult thing to do," I admitted.  We had not liked any names the other had come up with yet.

I looked over at Oliver.  "I know... but we're bound to find something," I said to him easily.  I watched as he pulled out the book we looked through.  "I wonder if Penny and Perce are having a hard time?"