There's been so much that's happened lately. I don't even know where to start with all of it.
Well... Guess I'll go with the most recent, first.
Amoryl made it back to Bree! Don't know WHEN she got back, exactly; didn't get a letter from her before she left Thorin's Hall to come back... She said she sent it, and that it should be in sometime soon. Then again, with how late her letter got to me the first time, I wouldn't be surprised if it doesn't make it to me after the baby's born. She did say she got mine just before she left, so... I don't really know.
That's the most recent news, of course.
Before Amoryl came back, I found out I have siblings. Yes. Siblings. Mom apparently had a thing with Dad--adoptive Dad, that is--before she left for Rohan eight years ago. And she hid them from me! I suppose it was because Dad was still considered a foreigner at the time, but... she knew I wanted siblings... Well, I know of them now, and I've met them. Triplets! Can you believe it?! Two girls and a boy; Caleb, Lillian, and Rose... They're all adorable, don't get me wrong, but Caleb and Lillian are as energetic as I was when I was their age. Well... that times two. I thought I drove Mom up a wall, that's NOTHING compared to Caleb and Lillian! Rose on the other hand... she's quiet, shy even... but she's a sweetie... and she looks the most like Mom out of the three of them, I swear... but I don't think the poor thing can see too well... she's been kinda clinging to Dad, and she usually stares a little ways past me whenever I greet her...
Anyway, before I met my triplet siblings... *a large, thick scratch covers what was once here* was attacked... I was so scared I was going to lose my husband; he almost died that day... We did find who did it, and they've been dealt with, so... I'm not worried about the culprit anymore, but I am worried about how dangerous Bree has gotten as of late... I wish I could go into more detail about that, but even I don't know the extent of it.
Before *a large, thick scratch covers what was once here* was attacked, there was a bit of a... situation. Dal was kidnapped by Dad's brother... and I hated sitting by and doing nothing, but because of my condition, I couldn't do anything BUT sit on my hands. And it bugged the hell out of me.
Speaking of my 'condition,' everything is going as smoothly as possible. *a large, thick scratch covers what was once here* and I are still excited to the point of impatience for the baby... It feels like there's so much time yet to go, yet it also still feels like just yesterday when I found out... then I look down and see my 'bump' and I know that time has definitely passed, and that just makes it feel all the more surreal... even with the swelling ankles, and dizzy spells, and the fact that the baby decides the best time to be active is when I'm trying to sleep. It just... I don't know... there's so many ways I could put this, but I can't think of any of them at all.
Hmm... What else... I... can't think of anything else, actually. I guess so much has happened that recalling what I have already kinda set my mind elsewhere... Ah well...
It's good to see Ammy back home...
