Well, three long months, one baby, one broken ankle, a gallon of grape juice (courtesy Riddle Hospital) and a pile of Brewster's Ice Cream later I can finally announce.....
WE ARE GOING HOME!!!
I can't believe it! I didn't want to say too much in case there was yet another twist in our tale but we collected the passport for Thomas today (it's very fancy) and the tickets for our flight back have been confirmed so I think it's safe to say we are definately on our way back to the UK. My God!! How exciting!
The cat is going to hate us 
. He's going to be thinking 'where the hell have you been and what is that??'. Poor Catty. We can't wait to see him though. I know he's had a great time staying at our friend's house where it's very peaceful and he's top cat but tough, quite frankly. He'll have to put up with the new arrangements . Seriously, it is going to feel sooooo good to be in our own home. I'm sure SIL and BIL, who have been marvellous are looking forward to getting their home back to normal too.
There are still a few things to sort out bills wise. We keep getting them sent through for various treatments for me or Thomas and the Medicaid hasn't even been approved yet 
. Hopefully these will get sorted and paid... It would be nice to see the end of that worry.
I've got Super-Nurse Carol coming over tomorrow for tea and cake and goodbyes 
She was so amazing while I was in hospital and is just so lovely. I'll definately be staying in touch with her and will catch up with her next time we are over (which may not be for a couple of years now).
The bags are being packed as I write and arrangments for getting picked up at the airport made (thanks Dad). Sadly my dad doesn't think there's room in the car for my mum, which is a bit dissapointing as I had pictured the whole running and arm-flinging scenario. But I guess with three bags, hand luggage and other paraphanalia he must be right. It is going to be SO lovely to see them, and Thomas's other Aunt, Uncle and Cousins.
Happy St Patrick's Day btw 
! It is HUGE over here. You wouldn't believe how many people consider themselves to be Irish! Even if it's a distant relative from Ye Olde Days people will still say they are Irish and not American. Very odd. We have found it odder because DP and his brother's dad was Irish and they consider themselves English. It's like Christmas here. Everywhere is festooned with green and shamrocks and leprachauns! Mad....
The Pebble continues to do well and is feeling heavier and, I think, might be growing out of his Preemie-sized clothes! Still dinky though. I'm seriously lacking sleep and it's another good reason to get home to our own environment. I wonder how he's going to be on the plane? We've been given bulkhead seats with a Sky Cot (which for some reason makes me think of Flash Gordon) so hopefully we'll be comfortable and he'll be able to sleep a bit. Not long now!
I think I am going to sign out for now and will update when I'm home, so it will be Monday or Tuesday probably. And then I'm going to draw a line under this uber-thread - it feels like the right thing to do and I'd like to join other discussions and support people in the way you've supported me.
But I will post again and it will be a big blub-fest on my part that's for sure!
Til then thank you all and see you on the other side of the Atlantic! Hip hip hooray!!!! 