Voxmystic - I wasn't aware that you had lost a child to SIDS. *hugs* I am glad that you have found a joyful way to cope with the sadness. Your children are very lucky to have a wonderful Mom like you.
MDAO - wow. Just wow. So glad that the membrane was there. I know you will both make the best decision you can, and that you'll surely never be the type of doctor that talks down to anyone. Hopefully this one's bedside manner (or lack thereof) is exceeded by his competence in dealing with high-risk pregnancies. I am in full agreement with having a midwife or doula assist in handling the care. Many are experienced in C-section births, which with a high-risk pregnancy, are likely medically indicated. Being there for your wife and making the right decisions together are what will make what will be a tough road ahead a lot easier. Much love and white light is being sent all of your way.
LA - Happy Birthday to your little man! He certainly resembles you. Beautiful faces, hanging out in Hawaii - I can't think of a better life for a little one!
Lefty - my goodness, you've gone all Catholic on us.

Beautiful photos of your family. Fancee looks absolutely radiant as well. A christening/naming ceremony/whatever is a wonderful way to welcome a little one into life and community. Even we recovering Catholics are inclined to honor tradition.

He is beautiful and you both look so proud!
Busty - haha, that book is awesome. I'd like to read it myself!
As for me - not yet a parent, and no plans anytime soon. I have two little dudes in my life, though, aged 9 and 6. Their father is my partner in a joint venture, which became much more than that. I hung out with them on Saturday and the little one asked me if people thought I was his Mommy, in addition to other awkward questions about stepparenting.

I told him I was not and never would be, because he already has a Mommy. I said I would be his friend forever and that whenever I was around, he wouldn't want for any care. I don't believe in planting children in front of the television, so all four of us went to a really cool park. Both boys played ever so very well with the other children there. I commended the older on his leadership (he made the playground equipment work!!!) and the younger on his sweet nature. This is tough, as all 4 of us have ADD, and we're all children of divorce.

The little one is especially bonded to me. He told me he didn't want me to leave until his father tucked both the brothers in, so that I could read them a bedtime story.
I read "Goodnight, Moon". Littlest dude and I had been reading earlier in the day, and older little dude and I had a talk while littlest dude and their Dad were in the mens' room stepping in unknown throw-up by accident. The older and I are not sick. The younger and his Dad are. Lesson: don't let kids step wrongly when they have on sandals!
We're all going to the beach next month. I have so much to do, but lately nothing is more important than ensuring that all of us have our bucks in the bank... it was certainly more than I expected, in all the right ways.