One of the most thrown-out-there quotes is "Art imitates Life; Life imitates Art". There's a measure of truth to it, too. For instance, I give you a scene from both Bleach 19 and 211: Bakudō 99. It's funny, in that the first time it is introduced, the ultimate manner of restraint is rendered insufficient. In a similar manner, I've seen intangible things grow lives of their own, even recently. That the hype around some things can grow and build and compress and concentrate and...compress, it is noteworthy, in any life.

Have any of you ever had a delayed surprise for friends or family? Has the planning ever made you giddy? Has the anticipation ever got so intense, it welled up in your chest like a knot? Did the reactions in your mind's eye ever distracted you so, that the energy started to eat away at you? Has your heart palpitated over such a surprise? Was it such that there wasn't a day you couldn't think about it? That random eye and hand twitches pop, just out of the blue?

Imagine, if you will, trying to squelch such emotions for two months.

I have a confession to make: when I restarted this blog, it was under a slightly false pretense. None of what you have read since August here has been fabricated. Come to think of it, none of it since 2006 has been fabricated. However, I've not been forthright in hitting the biggest points going on thus far. This is by design, however, as protocol dictates blood family carry certain courtesies not extended to non-related family. Two months have passed tonight, and finally, the opportunity to extend said courtesies has come to pass.

It's time to spill the beans.

WE'RE PREGNANT!

WE'RE PREGNANT! WE'RE PREGNANT! WE'RE PREGNANT! WE'RE PREGNANT! WE'RE PREGNANT! WE'RE PREGNANT!

-KIE