I apologize to anyone who was avidly watching my blog yesterday for news of K.T. We didn't get news until evening, by which time I was wrangling Penny and not really able to make a blog posting.

So Kevin called us just short of 7:30 to say that Jessica had been delivered at 6:45. She weighed seven pounds and seven ounces - the exact same weight as Penny! - and is twenty and one-half inches long. All three of them are doing just fine.

That's all I know. It was a very short conversation with a very tired-sounding Kevin. Matt and I will probably be going over to the hospital tonight to get details and take pictures.

Gonna be a short entry today. I'm exhausted.

I couldn't get to sleep until after eleven last night. People lingered on the Hall, keeping Matt up, and then we realized we hadn't put together Penny's bottles or our lunches for today, so that took us another fifteen minutes or so. Then, every time I was nearly asleep, I'd get jerked awake.

It felt like I'd barely gotten to sleep when Penny decided she wanted her middle-of-the-night feeding early - just a little after midnight. So I got up and got Matt situated with her, and went back to bed and dozed for half an hour until he came back.

(If there's one good thing to say for the middle-of-the-night feeding, it's that she at least seems to have learned to take her bottle and go back to sleep fairly quickly. She's usually not up for more than half an hour or forty-five minutes.)

But such an early night feeding meant that she got hungry much earlier in the morning than usual, too - I wound up dragging out of bed for my "shift" around 4:30.

At 5:45, Matt got up to spell me, and I went back to bed, hoping that a fifteen-minute nap would help, but I couldn't really get all the way back to sleep. I don't know how much fifteen minutes of dozing really helped, but I was determined not to get out of bed again until the alarm went off.

I'm supposed to be telecommuting today, but naturally, someone scheduled a meeting for this morning that I can't miss. So here I am at work. My fond hope is that I'll be able to go back home around noon. (I'm so optimistic, I didn't even bring in my lunch.)

And once I'm there, I might try to catch a short nap. What they don't know about the work I don't do won't hurt them - but it does kind of depend on my getting my actual assigned work done for the day. Which means I need to get on with it.

--Liz