Three months Later   “Come on Mommy!” Val demands and I groan. “Val, don't rush. They literally can not start without us!” I assure her, but she is still dancing around impatiently. “If you do not stand still you are going to mess up your pretty hair. Or even worse.. your dress.” I threaten her and she immediately goes still. There is nothing she takes more seriously than the protection of her flower girl dress and her recently finished hair. “Has the nausea passed?” Wilder asks me gently, rubbing my back in comforting motions.