Helen's getting more and more pronounced shall we say. The bubs is kicking up a storm, and we are 50% of the way thru the pre natal classes. She has her moments, overall happy and radiating, however at times she seems to become possessed by something less than holy. If I were a fisherman, I'd take off when that happens, unfortunately its a skill that I haven't acquired. Perhaps that fly fishing place next to Ozzy the barber has a deal for expectant fathers with hormonal wives?