Last night, it stormed....a LOT. I'm not sure how everyone else slept through it, but I sure did not. Sooo at around two-thirty in the morning, I sat on the wicker chair, curled up in a ball and trying to keep from getting too scared of the loud, booming thunder and crazy lightning. Terror hasn't necessarily been a foreign emotion this week -- I've been stressed and scared and worrying all week, ever since I found out that I'm expectant. I just can't help it -- I'm so scared that something will go wrong, and something will happen to the baby.
About twenty minutes into the storm, it had finally quieted down to just the patter of rain on the roof far above my head. At about the same time, Eugene came stumbling quickly from behind the cutout.
"Why're you up, hon?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and clearing his throat. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah," I stood up from the chair, smoothing my dress out. "I-I...the storm woke me up. Stupid, right?"
His face just dropped. "I'm sorry...I didn't even notice it. You could've gotten me up-"
I laughed quietly. "Seriously, Eugene - I didn't want to wake you up over a silly storm."
Sighing, he came to stand in front of me, trying to swallow a yawn. "I'm sorry-"
"It's not your fault," I said, a tiny bit irritated. That's just mood swings, though, I suppose -- fun, fun. He reached to give me a quick hug, but then he actually scooped me up into his arms. "What are you doing?!"
"Carrying you," was Captain Obvious' response, to which I rolled my eyes playfully. My hubby took me behind the cutout, plopping me down into bed before collapsing on the bed himself, trying to get me to laugh.
It worked, and I giggled. "Tired, huh?"
"I'm not used to two-fifty-o'clock frantic wake-ups because I rolled over and reached for you, and you weren't there. I bet you're tired, too, though," he teased.
"Hmm...and yeah, I'm tired, too. I'm not used to carrying a child twenty-four-seven, even though said child is still pretty teensy." I threw back, and he chuckled.
"I'm sure you are. I'm glad I don't have that job-"
"Oh, yeah...thanks so much. Just for saying that, you'll be the one to get up with the kids in the middle of the night when-" I started to half-tease, and he broke me off by reaching to tickle my side. "Hey! Stop it!" I hissed, giggling.
"Hey...I got what I wanted. You've been too serious this week, you needed to laugh," he winked, and I rolled my eyes.
"Next time, don't tickle me to make me laugh. You can get me to laugh in ways other than tickling. And how can you even be so...I don't know, impish...this early in the morning?! It's three AM..." I reminded him, and he sighed in an over-dramatic manner.
"The things we do for loved ones...and I know I can make you laugh, but tickling-"
"Is annoying," I finished for him, giggling, and he chuckled.
"Fine...I don't agree, though."
"Really?" I asked. I snaked my arm out, reaching for the spot on his side that I knew was VERY ticklish. He almost fell out of bed in his hasty attempt to escape.
He grabbed my arm, threatening to take me down with him if need be, and I hadn't planned on letting just that stop me, but then I felt the baby kick, and it surprised me just enough to pause my attempt to tickle him.
Giving me a triumphant expression, Eugene let go of my arm, scooting away from the edge of the bed. I ignored his expression, which was obviously put on simply in an attempt to annoy me, and instead focused on my stomach, putting a hand over it as I felt another quick tap.
"Is the baby moving?" he asked quietly, and I glanced over to see his face had quickly changed to an expression of curiosity.
"Yeah...I can't feel anything right now, though," I told him. I couldn't help but smile, and for a second, I was super excited. I wanted to meet our newest addition...right now! But thinking about welcoming him or her into the world promptly made me think about all the risks, and I bit my lip, diving back into concern.
"Hey. Enough of that," he told me.
"What?"
"You're worrying - it's obvious. Everything will be okay," he told me, tugging on my arm to hint at me to lie down. I did so, and he promptly wrapped me up in his arms.
"You can't be sure, though. Something could very easily go wrong," I reminded him.
"But nothing will!" he reassured me.
So this morning, I woke up very, very late...at least I didn't feel horribly sick, though. As soon as I had myself dressed and my hair brushed, I wandered out from behind the cutout. And almost as soon as I stepped foot out from behind the cutout, Eugene met me with a smile, grabbing me in a hug.
"Hey...uh, good morning," I grinned at his enthusiasm.
"Morning, gorgeous. Want to go for a day out? Zelia's here already, and the girls were very excited to learn that they might get to spend the day with their favorite aunt."
"Eugene, I can't...what if I get sick?" I asked.
"You'll be fine," he told me.
"But what if I'm not? And plus, the girls just spent the day with Zelia earlier this week-"
"She offered to let them ride the pony," he said.
"Well...we can do that sometime, too! I don't-"
"Then you can be the one to tell Audrey and Casey that they won't be riding today, or spending the day with their aunt," Eugene said.
Oh, yeah, sure. He knew I wouldn't be able to tell the girls and face their disappointment.
I sighed. "Fine. If you're sure that they're okay-"
"Momma! Momma! We get to go ride today!" Audrey yelled, finally noticing I was up. She came barreling over, and I managed to catch her in a hug, laughing at her excited antics.
"I heard! That's great, sweetie -- you and Casey will have to tell me all about it when you get back," I told her, and she nodded, grinning excitedly before squirming to get out of my arms. I knelt to give Casey a hug, waved to Jordan - who was in Zelia's arms - and thanked Zelia before we headed out.
"Where are we going?" I asked when he didn't move after we landed on the floor.
"Right up here on the bin," he said, reaching to pull me over. "C'mere, I'll help you up."
"Why on the bin?" I asked. Had he gone nuts?
"Well, I figured we'd read. To Kill a Mockingbird is already up there. I thought that at least here, we could go back quickly if you started getting tired or sick. I just wanted to get you doing something, so you weren't worrying so much." he told me, helping boost me up onto the bin before leaping up there himself.
As soon as he had sat down beside me on the bin, I reached over to give him a quick kiss. A day of reading sounded amazing. "Thank you so much. I'm sorry I was a little bull-headed up there,"
"That's fine - and understandable. Now....let's start this book, shall we?" he offered, and I promptly cuddled up against him, holding my edge of the book; he held his edge, and we read the day away. Just like we always used to. (:
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
I'm Back With...Interesting News!
~Rapunzel
Hey, all....So for the past couple of days, I've felt odd bumps and movement INSIDE of me, on top of feeling like I was going to throw up,(even going into dry heaves on especially bad days)...that's why I haven't been posting for awhile...I've been so sick in the mornings. Anyway, I haven't told Eugene about the bumping sensations, because quite frankly, I have no clue what's going on. Maybe I was made with some factory defect that hasn't appeared until now? I don't know. But I hope it goes away soon! I knew one thing, though, for sure: and that was that I was going to talk with Tangled Fan today.
Luckily, I didn't feel quite so sick this morning, so I asked Eugene if he would be okay with the girls while I went to talk with Tangled Fan.
Tangled Fan took me over to HER bed so she could sit down and talk. After a, quite frankly, embarrassing look-over, she nodded.
"I never knew Disney dolls could really become expectant, but I guess I HAVE seen some stories. Mattel, yes, but Disney, no, not except for Ariel dolls. There was one time, though...without a good outcome for either. Mattel can have kids fine, but..." she trailed off and changed the subject. I felt even sicker. Expectant? "Have you been feeling lightheaded or sick to your stomach lately?"
"Yes, for about two and a half weeks. This was the first day I didn't feel as sick. And I feel almost like something's bumping my belly on the inside."
"Mmmhm. Your term will be around nine weeks, and I'd say you're three weeks along already. That bumping feeling is the baby kicking you," Tangled Fan gave me a smile.
I felt like I was going to pass out.
"But what about the 'but'?" I asked, getting to the point once more.
"It's pretty dangerous and rare for Disney dolls to have children. Mattel dolls can, and will come through it okay, but Disney...not so much. But don't worry too much, or that will only heighten the risk of something going wrong. Any babies born before their due date have a rough time of it, most don't make it through. And any babies born any time later than their due date can cause complications, and you can lose both mother and baby. So it's a fine line, I'll tell you that upfront, but don't worry."
DON'T WORRY??! Was she insane?!
I bit my lip, nodding, and she continued.
"We'll have to have weekly checkups, and that's when I'll need to put you in a hot water soak. That'll do your ankles and back good, but it will help your plastic expand as the baby grows. Your plastic will shrink back to normal a few days after you have him or her, don't worry. I'll make sure you have more clothes that will fit you. I'll get you in a soak now," she said. She explained a few more things, and then took me to soak. She drew some hot water and set me in the sink in her bathroom, giving me a human washcloth to wrap up in. She told me that I would have to soak for one hour, and she would leave a dress on the table for me that would fit.
I settled down in the water, which felt pretty great. The warmth soaked in and saturated the washcloth I had wrapped around myself, and I tried to keep my hair out of the water. After a little while, I felt the tension in my misdsection ease up. I also saw my belly expanding...I didn't expect it to really get bigger quite yet...I felt a couple quick taps coming from my stomach, and I couldn't help but smile. I was terrified, but at the same time, knowing there was a little kiddo in there was pretty fascinating to me, too.
When Tangled Fan finally took me back to our side of the table, wrapped in a dry washcloth, she told me that my new dress would be waiting on the table.
Eugene met me with a concerned look. I couldn't see the girls, but I would investigate once I was actually dressed.
The second Tangled Fan dropped me on the table and left, I brushed past his waiting arms to scurry behind the cutout.
"Cold, wet, cold, wet...cold...wet..." I muttered, quickly drying myself with the washcloth. Only....then I realized that the dress wasn't behind the cutout. "Uhh...Eugene? Is there a dress out there?"
"Mmhmm," he cleared his throat, and within seconds, I saw the dress hanging from his hand. To his credit, he kept his eyes and entire face averted, though I had to grin at how red his ears were.
"Thank you soo much...you are a lifesaver, bud,"
"But of course I am," he teased, still not looking as I quickly wrapped the simple, homemade dress around myself and cinched the ribbon tightly around myself, directly above my belly. The dress's loose shape hid small bump that had developed in the past hour, luckily. (Even though that bump looked HUGE to me...I just know I'm overreacting about the size, though.)
And then I took a deep breath and went to tell my husband. I wasn't sure why I was so scared.
He gave me a smile as soon as he saw me. "You look nice,"
"Thanks," I blushed, "uh...where are the girls?"
"Zelia came over, and when I said you were with Tangled Fan because you hadn't been well, she said she would take the kids for the day. Soo...what's wrong? Did she know?"
"Uhh..." my voice shook. Why was I so nervous about telling him?! "Well..."
"What? You can tell me anything, you know that! What's wrong? I've been worried for you," he admitted, cupping my cheeks in his hands and giving me a pensive stare, as if he could stare my secret out of me.
"Let's sit, and I'll explain everything." I said, leading him over to the chair. I backed away as soon as he sat, deciding if I should stand in front of him or sit on the box beside the chair. I ended up standing in front, fiddling with my dress. "I'm, uh...er...expectant."
"What?" he quirked a brow. "What's..." he trailed off and got extremely quiet, his gaze dropping to my midsection. Snorting, he looked back up at me. "Tangled Fan's wayyy off, then, because you're stick--"
I silently clasped my hands under my belly, smoothing the fabric out so I could accentuate the baby's small bulge.
Eugene gulped. "O-oh. You...when...when did that happen? I mean....the belly. You weren't that way this morning. I mean, you--okay, that sounded really rude of me, you--"
I couldn't help but laugh at his awkwardness before I explained everything Tangled Fan told me. He didn't seem to be worried about the fact that there is a good chance of something happening, which was a surprise.
When I had finished, his face slowly lit up with a smile, standing up to grab me into a huge bear hug.
"Wow...so I guess we can forget about talking to Tangled Fan about adopting again?"
"If everything goes well, yeah," I said quietly.
"Everything will," he pulled away to wink.
"Didn't you hear anything I said about the risks?!"
He nodded. "I heard, but I have faith that everything will go well. Don't you?"
"No..." I mumbled.
He sat down in the wicker chair before pulling me down onto his lap. "I know it's scary, but don't worry, okay? Stress won't be good for you, or the baby."
I gave a small smile despite myself when he held me as close to him as he could, keeping his arms around me and planting a kiss on my cheek. "I'll try not to worry, but...you know me."
He chuckled. "If you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me. Or if you don't feel comfortable talking to me, talk to Zelia,"
I snorted. "Could you imagine Zelia talking to me, reassuring me, about THIS?"
He laughed. "Just another option..."
"Not much of one, if you ask me," I cleared my throat pointedly.
He was quiet for a minute, and then spoke up hesitantly. "Mood swings? Do dolls get them?"
"Yes. Why?"
"No reason," he chuckled, tightening his arms around me. "So...when will we get to meet the newest addition?"
We talked for what seemed like a pretty long time, just about babies and stuff in general, and I remember him saying something about names, but then I guess I dozed off, because the next thing I remember was waking up, still on my hubby's lap.
I cleared my throat and looked up at his face, catching his gentle gaze before he quickly looked away for a second, replacing his expression with a teasing grin.
"Have a good nap, Sleeping Beauty?"
"Mmh...how long was I asleep? I'm sorry,"
"No clue...long enough for my legs to go completely numb." he chuckled.
I started to unfurl my legs hurriedly, getting ready to jump up because I was so embarrassed and felt kinda bad, but he slid his arms around me and kept me in his lap.
"Sorry--"
"It's fine," he reassured me. "You're bound to sleep a lot more...carrying a little one will probably take a lot out of you. Plus, I didn't mind watching you sleep, either," he admitted with a wink, his cheeks turning red.
I grinned, cuddling up against him again. "So...when do we tell Belle and Zelia? Or should we wait until I really start to show...or..?"
He made some hum of uncertainty. "We should probably tell Zelia today...she'll kill you otherwise. No, she'll kill BOTH of us. It's up to you about Belle, though,"
I nodded, giggling. "True. Oh, and Ray, too..."
"Speaking of which, have you seen how she looks when she talks about Ray? Has she talked about you about him, or something? Maybe it's none of my business, but.."
"She hasn't, but I've noticed, too...Oh wow, could you IMAGINE if they got married?!" I squeaked with excitement, my little matchmaker heart squeezing at the thought. They practically COMPLETED one another, and I'd never seen my sister acting kindly towards others...plus, she's been HELPING Ray get over his temper. ZELIA. HELPING...!!! I giggled excitedly, and he laughed.
"I'll stay out of it, but let's just say that I wouldn't be surprised. Not much can surprise me anymore," he chuckled.
"Not even finding out that your wife is expectant, which is something that doesn't usually happen?"
"After hearing THAT, not much can surprise me," he amended teasingly.
When Zelia brought the girls back around nine PM, she pulled me aside immediately.
"So...how did things go?" she asked quietly. "I had a feeling you weren't well these past couple of weeks, but I didn't want to pry for once."
"I'm pregnant," I said simply, shrugging. I didn't want to tell her about the risks involved.
She gasped and grabbed me into a hug. "Congratulations! When--wait. What aren't you telling me?" she pulled away. "You didn't sound as excited as you would probably be any other time."
I shrugged again, but she nagged at me until I told her that it was rare and dangerous, etc.
She nodded, surprisingly cool about it. "You'll be okay, and the baby will be okay. Everything'll go okay, I'm sure. And I'm also going to be staying around here a lot more so I can help you out when you get further along in your term, just so you know."
I nodded. "I would argue with you, but I'm really sleepy and don't want to bother, so thank you."
"Ahh, so all I have to do is catch you when you're tired, and you'll agree with everything I say? Awesome."
I giggled. "No...."
"Are you kidding me? So that means you won't agree if I said Eugene was annoying?"
"Definitely not, Zelia," I tried not to laugh at her look of disgust.
"Well, you're no fun. Okay...since I got everyone over here in one piece -- which was no easy feat..they were all getting pretty tired and grumpy --I guess I'll leave you guys to your normal evening routine. I'll see you tomorrow, sis."
"Yep...thanks for watching the kids," I told her, giving her a quick hug before she left.
So...um...that's how I found out that I'm going to have a baby.
Terrified? Yes.
Excited? Yes.
Hey, all....So for the past couple of days, I've felt odd bumps and movement INSIDE of me, on top of feeling like I was going to throw up,(even going into dry heaves on especially bad days)...that's why I haven't been posting for awhile...I've been so sick in the mornings. Anyway, I haven't told Eugene about the bumping sensations, because quite frankly, I have no clue what's going on. Maybe I was made with some factory defect that hasn't appeared until now? I don't know. But I hope it goes away soon! I knew one thing, though, for sure: and that was that I was going to talk with Tangled Fan today.
Luckily, I didn't feel quite so sick this morning, so I asked Eugene if he would be okay with the girls while I went to talk with Tangled Fan.
Tangled Fan took me over to HER bed so she could sit down and talk. After a, quite frankly, embarrassing look-over, she nodded.
"I never knew Disney dolls could really become expectant, but I guess I HAVE seen some stories. Mattel, yes, but Disney, no, not except for Ariel dolls. There was one time, though...without a good outcome for either. Mattel can have kids fine, but..." she trailed off and changed the subject. I felt even sicker. Expectant? "Have you been feeling lightheaded or sick to your stomach lately?"
"Yes, for about two and a half weeks. This was the first day I didn't feel as sick. And I feel almost like something's bumping my belly on the inside."
"Mmmhm. Your term will be around nine weeks, and I'd say you're three weeks along already. That bumping feeling is the baby kicking you," Tangled Fan gave me a smile.
I felt like I was going to pass out.
"But what about the 'but'?" I asked, getting to the point once more.
"It's pretty dangerous and rare for Disney dolls to have children. Mattel dolls can, and will come through it okay, but Disney...not so much. But don't worry too much, or that will only heighten the risk of something going wrong. Any babies born before their due date have a rough time of it, most don't make it through. And any babies born any time later than their due date can cause complications, and you can lose both mother and baby. So it's a fine line, I'll tell you that upfront, but don't worry."
DON'T WORRY??! Was she insane?!
I bit my lip, nodding, and she continued.
"We'll have to have weekly checkups, and that's when I'll need to put you in a hot water soak. That'll do your ankles and back good, but it will help your plastic expand as the baby grows. Your plastic will shrink back to normal a few days after you have him or her, don't worry. I'll make sure you have more clothes that will fit you. I'll get you in a soak now," she said. She explained a few more things, and then took me to soak. She drew some hot water and set me in the sink in her bathroom, giving me a human washcloth to wrap up in. She told me that I would have to soak for one hour, and she would leave a dress on the table for me that would fit.
I settled down in the water, which felt pretty great. The warmth soaked in and saturated the washcloth I had wrapped around myself, and I tried to keep my hair out of the water. After a little while, I felt the tension in my misdsection ease up. I also saw my belly expanding...I didn't expect it to really get bigger quite yet...I felt a couple quick taps coming from my stomach, and I couldn't help but smile. I was terrified, but at the same time, knowing there was a little kiddo in there was pretty fascinating to me, too.
When Tangled Fan finally took me back to our side of the table, wrapped in a dry washcloth, she told me that my new dress would be waiting on the table.
Eugene met me with a concerned look. I couldn't see the girls, but I would investigate once I was actually dressed.
The second Tangled Fan dropped me on the table and left, I brushed past his waiting arms to scurry behind the cutout.
"Cold, wet, cold, wet...cold...wet..." I muttered, quickly drying myself with the washcloth. Only....then I realized that the dress wasn't behind the cutout. "Uhh...Eugene? Is there a dress out there?"
"Mmhmm," he cleared his throat, and within seconds, I saw the dress hanging from his hand. To his credit, he kept his eyes and entire face averted, though I had to grin at how red his ears were.
"Thank you soo much...you are a lifesaver, bud,"
"But of course I am," he teased, still not looking as I quickly wrapped the simple, homemade dress around myself and cinched the ribbon tightly around myself, directly above my belly. The dress's loose shape hid small bump that had developed in the past hour, luckily. (Even though that bump looked HUGE to me...I just know I'm overreacting about the size, though.)
And then I took a deep breath and went to tell my husband. I wasn't sure why I was so scared.
He gave me a smile as soon as he saw me. "You look nice,"
"Thanks," I blushed, "uh...where are the girls?"
"Zelia came over, and when I said you were with Tangled Fan because you hadn't been well, she said she would take the kids for the day. Soo...what's wrong? Did she know?"
"Uhh..." my voice shook. Why was I so nervous about telling him?! "Well..."
"What? You can tell me anything, you know that! What's wrong? I've been worried for you," he admitted, cupping my cheeks in his hands and giving me a pensive stare, as if he could stare my secret out of me.
"Let's sit, and I'll explain everything." I said, leading him over to the chair. I backed away as soon as he sat, deciding if I should stand in front of him or sit on the box beside the chair. I ended up standing in front, fiddling with my dress. "I'm, uh...er...expectant."
"What?" he quirked a brow. "What's..." he trailed off and got extremely quiet, his gaze dropping to my midsection. Snorting, he looked back up at me. "Tangled Fan's wayyy off, then, because you're stick--"
I silently clasped my hands under my belly, smoothing the fabric out so I could accentuate the baby's small bulge.
Eugene gulped. "O-oh. You...when...when did that happen? I mean....the belly. You weren't that way this morning. I mean, you--okay, that sounded really rude of me, you--"
I couldn't help but laugh at his awkwardness before I explained everything Tangled Fan told me. He didn't seem to be worried about the fact that there is a good chance of something happening, which was a surprise.
When I had finished, his face slowly lit up with a smile, standing up to grab me into a huge bear hug.
"Wow...so I guess we can forget about talking to Tangled Fan about adopting again?"
"If everything goes well, yeah," I said quietly.
"Everything will," he pulled away to wink.
"Didn't you hear anything I said about the risks?!"
He nodded. "I heard, but I have faith that everything will go well. Don't you?"
"No..." I mumbled.
He sat down in the wicker chair before pulling me down onto his lap. "I know it's scary, but don't worry, okay? Stress won't be good for you, or the baby."
I gave a small smile despite myself when he held me as close to him as he could, keeping his arms around me and planting a kiss on my cheek. "I'll try not to worry, but...you know me."
He chuckled. "If you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me. Or if you don't feel comfortable talking to me, talk to Zelia,"
I snorted. "Could you imagine Zelia talking to me, reassuring me, about THIS?"
He laughed. "Just another option..."
"Not much of one, if you ask me," I cleared my throat pointedly.
He was quiet for a minute, and then spoke up hesitantly. "Mood swings? Do dolls get them?"
"Yes. Why?"
"No reason," he chuckled, tightening his arms around me. "So...when will we get to meet the newest addition?"
We talked for what seemed like a pretty long time, just about babies and stuff in general, and I remember him saying something about names, but then I guess I dozed off, because the next thing I remember was waking up, still on my hubby's lap.
I cleared my throat and looked up at his face, catching his gentle gaze before he quickly looked away for a second, replacing his expression with a teasing grin.
"Have a good nap, Sleeping Beauty?"
"Mmh...how long was I asleep? I'm sorry,"
"No clue...long enough for my legs to go completely numb." he chuckled.
I started to unfurl my legs hurriedly, getting ready to jump up because I was so embarrassed and felt kinda bad, but he slid his arms around me and kept me in his lap.
"Sorry--"
"It's fine," he reassured me. "You're bound to sleep a lot more...carrying a little one will probably take a lot out of you. Plus, I didn't mind watching you sleep, either," he admitted with a wink, his cheeks turning red.
I grinned, cuddling up against him again. "So...when do we tell Belle and Zelia? Or should we wait until I really start to show...or..?"
He made some hum of uncertainty. "We should probably tell Zelia today...she'll kill you otherwise. No, she'll kill BOTH of us. It's up to you about Belle, though,"
I nodded, giggling. "True. Oh, and Ray, too..."
"Speaking of which, have you seen how she looks when she talks about Ray? Has she talked about you about him, or something? Maybe it's none of my business, but.."
"She hasn't, but I've noticed, too...Oh wow, could you IMAGINE if they got married?!" I squeaked with excitement, my little matchmaker heart squeezing at the thought. They practically COMPLETED one another, and I'd never seen my sister acting kindly towards others...plus, she's been HELPING Ray get over his temper. ZELIA. HELPING...!!! I giggled excitedly, and he laughed.
"I'll stay out of it, but let's just say that I wouldn't be surprised. Not much can surprise me anymore," he chuckled.
"Not even finding out that your wife is expectant, which is something that doesn't usually happen?"
"After hearing THAT, not much can surprise me," he amended teasingly.
When Zelia brought the girls back around nine PM, she pulled me aside immediately.
"So...how did things go?" she asked quietly. "I had a feeling you weren't well these past couple of weeks, but I didn't want to pry for once."
"I'm pregnant," I said simply, shrugging. I didn't want to tell her about the risks involved.
She gasped and grabbed me into a hug. "Congratulations! When--wait. What aren't you telling me?" she pulled away. "You didn't sound as excited as you would probably be any other time."
I shrugged again, but she nagged at me until I told her that it was rare and dangerous, etc.
She nodded, surprisingly cool about it. "You'll be okay, and the baby will be okay. Everything'll go okay, I'm sure. And I'm also going to be staying around here a lot more so I can help you out when you get further along in your term, just so you know."
I nodded. "I would argue with you, but I'm really sleepy and don't want to bother, so thank you."
"Ahh, so all I have to do is catch you when you're tired, and you'll agree with everything I say? Awesome."
I giggled. "No...."
"Are you kidding me? So that means you won't agree if I said Eugene was annoying?"
"Definitely not, Zelia," I tried not to laugh at her look of disgust.
"Well, you're no fun. Okay...since I got everyone over here in one piece -- which was no easy feat..they were all getting pretty tired and grumpy --I guess I'll leave you guys to your normal evening routine. I'll see you tomorrow, sis."
"Yep...thanks for watching the kids," I told her, giving her a quick hug before she left.
So...um...that's how I found out that I'm going to have a baby.
Terrified? Yes.
Excited? Yes.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Today's Weird Ailment...If I Can Call It That?
~Rapunzel
Today, I woke up sick. I was up far later than Eugene, and I almost didn't want to get out of bed because I felt so crummy. My head ached, and I felt sick to my stomach.
I could hear Jordan fussing, though, and I knew he probably needed help out there -- even though I didn't want to get anyone sick, not again! They had just gotten over their colds. Maybe I was just now getting it? I didn't have a sore throat, though...
Regardless, I wandered out, still in my nightie and my hair un-brushed, to see what was up with Jordan. Eugene had her in his arms, and was singing quietly to get her to calm down. The two oldest girls were playing with Pascal, oblivious to their little sister's cries.
Urging down a strong wave of nausea, I made my way to the wicker chair to see Eugene and Jordan, and my hubby quickly stopped singing, his face reddening from embarrassment.
"I didn't wake you, did I? She's really fussy this morning." he looked up at me, and his eyebrows shot up, too. "What's up with you, honey? You look really crummy," he gave me a concerned look, standing and shifting Jordan to one arm so he could cup my cheek in his hand.
"Way to make a girl feel better," I grumbled. "I have a headache, and I feel sick to my stomach. Not sure why...ugh." I scooped Jordan out of Eugene's arm and gave her a cuddle, trying to get her to quiet down.
His eyebrows furrowed. "I'm sorry, hon. I just meant--"
"I know what you meant...you're the one who always teases, so you should pick up on a joke," I immediately realized how that sounded, and I groaned. "Sorry. I didn't mean-"
"It's fine," he told me. "But I do think you should go back to bed. Actually, I demand you go back to bed, and if you don't, I'll carry you back and make sure you stay there. M'kay?"
"Huh-uh..."
"Uh-huh," he took Jordan back into his arms and kissed my forehead. "You...bed...now."
I rolled my eyes, but I heeded his instructions.
When I woke up later, around 1, I felt a lot better, only I still had that headache. When I came out, the girls were running around in a lively game of tag, which Eugene was actively engaging in. Jordan was sitting up by herself on a blanket on the floor with Pascal, watching them, so I went over and scooped her up, letting Pascal slip up onto my shoulder. Eugene turned around, reaching to put his hand on Audrey's head and announcing her "it" (despite her squeal), and finally noticed I was up.
Dodging Audrey's grab at his pant leg, he jogged over to me, grinning and slightly out of breath.
"Hey, you two.." he bent to give me a quick kiss. "How's my girl doing?"
"Better...I don't know what was going on this morning." I shrugged, glancing down at Jordan and bouncing her in my arms a couple of times. "You guys having fun?"
"Mhm-" he broke off, skidding to the side when Audrey grabbed for him once more.
She instead slapped my leg, missing his, and yelled "YOU'RE IT!!" before tearing off, giggling. Casey ran, too, laughing as Audrey said something.
"You don't have to, if you're not feeling good enough," he told me when I offered Jordan to him.
"Nah, I'm fine! We haven't played tag in a good while," I said as I trotted slowly after the girls, giving them a head start.
Yuck...I really hope that whatever was wrong this morning is gone for GOOD!
Today, I woke up sick. I was up far later than Eugene, and I almost didn't want to get out of bed because I felt so crummy. My head ached, and I felt sick to my stomach.
I could hear Jordan fussing, though, and I knew he probably needed help out there -- even though I didn't want to get anyone sick, not again! They had just gotten over their colds. Maybe I was just now getting it? I didn't have a sore throat, though...
Regardless, I wandered out, still in my nightie and my hair un-brushed, to see what was up with Jordan. Eugene had her in his arms, and was singing quietly to get her to calm down. The two oldest girls were playing with Pascal, oblivious to their little sister's cries.
Urging down a strong wave of nausea, I made my way to the wicker chair to see Eugene and Jordan, and my hubby quickly stopped singing, his face reddening from embarrassment.
"I didn't wake you, did I? She's really fussy this morning." he looked up at me, and his eyebrows shot up, too. "What's up with you, honey? You look really crummy," he gave me a concerned look, standing and shifting Jordan to one arm so he could cup my cheek in his hand.
"Way to make a girl feel better," I grumbled. "I have a headache, and I feel sick to my stomach. Not sure why...ugh." I scooped Jordan out of Eugene's arm and gave her a cuddle, trying to get her to quiet down.
His eyebrows furrowed. "I'm sorry, hon. I just meant--"
"I know what you meant...you're the one who always teases, so you should pick up on a joke," I immediately realized how that sounded, and I groaned. "Sorry. I didn't mean-"
"It's fine," he told me. "But I do think you should go back to bed. Actually, I demand you go back to bed, and if you don't, I'll carry you back and make sure you stay there. M'kay?"
"Huh-uh..."
"Uh-huh," he took Jordan back into his arms and kissed my forehead. "You...bed...now."
I rolled my eyes, but I heeded his instructions.
When I woke up later, around 1, I felt a lot better, only I still had that headache. When I came out, the girls were running around in a lively game of tag, which Eugene was actively engaging in. Jordan was sitting up by herself on a blanket on the floor with Pascal, watching them, so I went over and scooped her up, letting Pascal slip up onto my shoulder. Eugene turned around, reaching to put his hand on Audrey's head and announcing her "it" (despite her squeal), and finally noticed I was up.
Dodging Audrey's grab at his pant leg, he jogged over to me, grinning and slightly out of breath.
"Hey, you two.." he bent to give me a quick kiss. "How's my girl doing?"
"Better...I don't know what was going on this morning." I shrugged, glancing down at Jordan and bouncing her in my arms a couple of times. "You guys having fun?"
"Mhm-" he broke off, skidding to the side when Audrey grabbed for him once more.
She instead slapped my leg, missing his, and yelled "YOU'RE IT!!" before tearing off, giggling. Casey ran, too, laughing as Audrey said something.
"You don't have to, if you're not feeling good enough," he told me when I offered Jordan to him.
"Nah, I'm fine! We haven't played tag in a good while," I said as I trotted slowly after the girls, giving them a head start.
Yuck...I really hope that whatever was wrong this morning is gone for GOOD!
Friday, July 4, 2014
Happy 4th!!
Happy 4th of July, everyone!! Anybody doing anything special today? We're just going to have a fun day with the girls...we finally got Tangled Fan to give us some medicine...so everyone is feeling better, thank goodness!
Monday, June 30, 2014
Sickness...Love it.
Hey, guys! I might not be posting too much this week. Jordan got sick...Thursday, I think. Which means that Casey and Audrey are sick, too, and now Eugene's got a tickle in HIS throat! I don't know how they got sick, but Tangled Fan's been running around and too busy doing other stuff to come in her room long enough for me to ask her to get them some medicine or something. It's crazy. On top of all this, Eugene's joints have been sore because he's been up and running so much with the kids -- I can't tell you the last time I've slept. Zelia originally WAS going to help, but decided on chickening out at the last minute. I guess she didn't want us to "share the love" with her. Hmmh. I'll try to keep you guys posted, but yeesh -- one thing after the next, right? Eugene said something about that this would be a good test to see if we could deal with another child...adding something like "Since I'm getting sick and my joints are messed up, you can always count me as being the fourth kid. If you don't crack, we'll talk to Tangled Fan about it when we get the chance."
Belle offered to come over and help me out, but I turned her down -- I'd hate for HER to get sick, too!
I just wish I could make everyone feel better! I hate seeing everyone sick and feeling crummy. Eugene said he'd try to stay as far away from me as possible, but I don't know how long that'll last - plus, if I'm going to get sick, I will regardless of if he's around me-- especially since I'm caring for three sneezing little girls with runny noses. Poor Audrey's got it the worst, I think...her eyes are SO watery, poor thing. :\ Casey's just got a mild case, and Jordan's slowly recovering - though she's still fussy. Speaking of which, she's crying right now..so I'd better get off of here and see if I can get her to calm down. I'll talk to you guys when I get the chance!!
Belle offered to come over and help me out, but I turned her down -- I'd hate for HER to get sick, too!
I just wish I could make everyone feel better! I hate seeing everyone sick and feeling crummy. Eugene said he'd try to stay as far away from me as possible, but I don't know how long that'll last - plus, if I'm going to get sick, I will regardless of if he's around me-- especially since I'm caring for three sneezing little girls with runny noses. Poor Audrey's got it the worst, I think...her eyes are SO watery, poor thing. :\ Casey's just got a mild case, and Jordan's slowly recovering - though she's still fussy. Speaking of which, she's crying right now..so I'd better get off of here and see if I can get her to calm down. I'll talk to you guys when I get the chance!!
Monday, June 23, 2014
An...Interesting...Day, Plus An Update About Adoption Plans!
~Rapunzel
So today, um....was interesting.
Zelia popped her head around the divider around 4; she knew the girls would be having their nap. "Hey, um...come here."
"O-okay?" I asked, glancing at Eugene before quirking a brow at Zelia.
He nodded, and I hurried over to see my sister.
I asked what was up, wondering if there was possibly something she wanted to talk about --specifically, someONE...cough, cough, RAY...whom she has shown a little bit of affection towards as of late (and by that, I mean she isn't badmouthing him for his temper anymore, and he seems to be displaying his temper just a little bit less..maybe it's just me playing matchmaker). Anyway, but what I saw was the very Merida doll that had been in her box before.
What?
"Helloo," she chirped, not looking up from her leg joints, which she flexed awkwardly.
"Um...hi?" Something about her accent triggered a memory, but...she couldn't walk in the memory.
"I'm so ex'cited, the girl 'round 'ere, th' heu-man, just fixed up m'ah joints. That's how I can waalk," she explained. She tilted her head, finally looking up at me. "I jus' came 'ere, but I knew my joints were goobered up."
Oh. She'd been removed from her box.
But then... HER HEAD CAME CRASHING DOWN FROM HER NECK.
I kid you not, the doll's head fell right to the table, red curls flying EVERYWHERE.
I screamed, horrified at what I had just seen. What came next was even more horrifying, if that's even possible!
THE BODY FELT AROUND WITH ITS FEET, BUMPED INTO THE HEAD, BENT, PICKED THE HEAD UP, AND SCREWED THE HEAD BACK ON AGAIN.
I thought I was going to pass out.
I looked towards Zelia, absolutely HORRIFIED, and she just gave me an amused look.
"Ah, tha't's bettehr," the Frankenstein girl said, rubbing at her neck.
"Wh-what the...why...?"
"OH! The little arrow joint that keeps yer head on yer neck snapped off inside the other doll's head when she pulled it off. See, I've got a new body -- a LIV form. The heu-man made sure I'd stay alive ahfter it falls off, 'cuz ever' time I tilt my head, it falls off," she explained. It was hard to keep up with her fast, lilting Scottish accent, but I managed. Managed enough to make my overactive imagination start up, resulting in nausea, rather.
"...Oh," I coughed. "Well, ah...good for you. I'm glad to see you can..can walk," Even though you can't keep your head on your shoulders...literally.
"Thank ye. Wot's yer name again? Yer sis told me, but I fergot," she explained.
"Rapunzel. And you're..."
"Mer'ida!" she said. "Nice to meet'cha."
"N-nice to meet you, too," I choked when she cocked her head again, but managed to grab her head in time, tilting it upright again before it hit the floor. Oh my gosh.
She left to go try out her new joints, and I immediately yanked Zelia aside.
"Pretty neat, huh?"
Why can't Tangled Fan re-body Anna and Elsa?" I ignored her fascinated expression to ask what I wanted to ask.
"I asked her, 'cause I knew you'd ask. She said she couldn't because their heads were too small and looked weird, added onto the fact that she didn't have enough bodies. Plus, she said their skintones are too pale to match. And alas, they stay," she waved an arm in the air dramatically.
I sighed. "Hmmh...I guess it's better, though. If their heads would roll off...oh, GOSH that's weird!"
She laughed. "What you call weird, I call neat."
I shook my head, wide-eyed. And then Eugene called for me quietly. "Oh, I better go. I can't hear any of the kids, though..." I trailed off, curious, and headed for our side of the table. "I'll see you later!" I called over my shoulder.
"Hey...what was going on over there? I heard screaming," he was standing in the middle of the table, a worried look on his face. "I didn't want to go over, but I was worried, too..."
"Oh! Well...uh," I trailed off, quickly trying to find a way to explain Merida. I gave him the shortened, and slightly disturbing, story; and he laughed.
"Well, that's...different. I'm glad she's able to move around, though -- nobody should have to live in a box."
I nodded. "Oh, yeah...I just, um...it was definitely unexpected," I giggled quietly so as to not wake the kids.
We were silent for a few minutes, but then he cleared his throat. "So, uh...kids. You remember the other day how you were talking about us adopting a fourth?"
"Oh! Yeah," I said, surprised at the switch in conversation but pleased that it was THIS conversation.
"Are you still thinking about it? I mean, I have no problem with it if you don't. I love kids, and of course I'd be all for it. I just wanted to let you know, just in case you wanted to talk to Tangled Fan sometime soon. I was going to tell you tonight, but since we're sitting here with nothing better to do, I figured I'd just tell you now." he explained.
I sucked in a deep breath. I DID want to adopt another child, but I also wanted to wait...oh, maybe a few weeks. I wanted to make absolutely sure that we could handle a fourth. I smiled at him. "I do want to, but I was thinking if you were with me on this, we could maybe wait a few weeks, y'know...make sure we can keep track of four kids."
He laughed a bit too loudly, and Jordan jumped. We both froze, watching her. Fortunately, she nuzzled her face in her blanket a moment before drifting back to sleep. I smiled at how adorable that had been, watching her sweet little napping self while my hubby answered me. "Yeah...that'd be great. And we definitely want to make sure we can handle four! What age are you thinking?"
I bit my lip. "I'd kind of like another baby, but at the same time, another older child would be good, too. So I guess it doesn't matter to me. You?"
"I'm with you. Babies are a lot less active, but they also need carried around a lot. But on the plus side, they're not constantly grabbing Pascal's tail, or pulling each other's hair, or, um...biting..." he chuckled. Audrey and Casey had been pretty mischievous lately, and yes, they had decided that they didn't like sharing Pascal, their bed, or their blankets. (Even though they each have a blanket. Audrey is a hoarder, apparently). THAT was what resulted in Casey biting Audrey's arm the other day...thankfully, no one was hurt, of course.
"Ugh...yeah," I shook my head with a grin. I wouldn't trade any of them for the world, even though they really could be terrible at times! :D "Just as long as the child we get hasn't had a body transplant."
He shuddered. "Nope."
I giggled. "Glad we're on the same page with that!"
So today, um....was interesting.
Zelia popped her head around the divider around 4; she knew the girls would be having their nap. "Hey, um...come here."
"O-okay?" I asked, glancing at Eugene before quirking a brow at Zelia.
He nodded, and I hurried over to see my sister.
I asked what was up, wondering if there was possibly something she wanted to talk about --specifically, someONE...cough, cough, RAY...whom she has shown a little bit of affection towards as of late (and by that, I mean she isn't badmouthing him for his temper anymore, and he seems to be displaying his temper just a little bit less..maybe it's just me playing matchmaker). Anyway, but what I saw was the very Merida doll that had been in her box before.
What?
"Helloo," she chirped, not looking up from her leg joints, which she flexed awkwardly.
"Um...hi?" Something about her accent triggered a memory, but...she couldn't walk in the memory.
"I'm so ex'cited, the girl 'round 'ere, th' heu-man, just fixed up m'ah joints. That's how I can waalk," she explained. She tilted her head, finally looking up at me. "I jus' came 'ere, but I knew my joints were goobered up."
Oh. She'd been removed from her box.
But then... HER HEAD CAME CRASHING DOWN FROM HER NECK.
I kid you not, the doll's head fell right to the table, red curls flying EVERYWHERE.
I screamed, horrified at what I had just seen. What came next was even more horrifying, if that's even possible!
THE BODY FELT AROUND WITH ITS FEET, BUMPED INTO THE HEAD, BENT, PICKED THE HEAD UP, AND SCREWED THE HEAD BACK ON AGAIN.
I thought I was going to pass out.
I looked towards Zelia, absolutely HORRIFIED, and she just gave me an amused look.
"Ah, tha't's bettehr," the Frankenstein girl said, rubbing at her neck.
"Wh-what the...why...?"
"OH! The little arrow joint that keeps yer head on yer neck snapped off inside the other doll's head when she pulled it off. See, I've got a new body -- a LIV form. The heu-man made sure I'd stay alive ahfter it falls off, 'cuz ever' time I tilt my head, it falls off," she explained. It was hard to keep up with her fast, lilting Scottish accent, but I managed. Managed enough to make my overactive imagination start up, resulting in nausea, rather.
"...Oh," I coughed. "Well, ah...good for you. I'm glad to see you can..can walk," Even though you can't keep your head on your shoulders...literally.
"Thank ye. Wot's yer name again? Yer sis told me, but I fergot," she explained.
"Rapunzel. And you're..."
"Mer'ida!" she said. "Nice to meet'cha."
"N-nice to meet you, too," I choked when she cocked her head again, but managed to grab her head in time, tilting it upright again before it hit the floor. Oh my gosh.
She left to go try out her new joints, and I immediately yanked Zelia aside.
"Pretty neat, huh?"
Why can't Tangled Fan re-body Anna and Elsa?" I ignored her fascinated expression to ask what I wanted to ask.
"I asked her, 'cause I knew you'd ask. She said she couldn't because their heads were too small and looked weird, added onto the fact that she didn't have enough bodies. Plus, she said their skintones are too pale to match. And alas, they stay," she waved an arm in the air dramatically.
I sighed. "Hmmh...I guess it's better, though. If their heads would roll off...oh, GOSH that's weird!"
She laughed. "What you call weird, I call neat."
I shook my head, wide-eyed. And then Eugene called for me quietly. "Oh, I better go. I can't hear any of the kids, though..." I trailed off, curious, and headed for our side of the table. "I'll see you later!" I called over my shoulder.
"Hey...what was going on over there? I heard screaming," he was standing in the middle of the table, a worried look on his face. "I didn't want to go over, but I was worried, too..."
"Oh! Well...uh," I trailed off, quickly trying to find a way to explain Merida. I gave him the shortened, and slightly disturbing, story; and he laughed.
"Well, that's...different. I'm glad she's able to move around, though -- nobody should have to live in a box."
I nodded. "Oh, yeah...I just, um...it was definitely unexpected," I giggled quietly so as to not wake the kids.
We were silent for a few minutes, but then he cleared his throat. "So, uh...kids. You remember the other day how you were talking about us adopting a fourth?"
"Oh! Yeah," I said, surprised at the switch in conversation but pleased that it was THIS conversation.
"Are you still thinking about it? I mean, I have no problem with it if you don't. I love kids, and of course I'd be all for it. I just wanted to let you know, just in case you wanted to talk to Tangled Fan sometime soon. I was going to tell you tonight, but since we're sitting here with nothing better to do, I figured I'd just tell you now." he explained.
I sucked in a deep breath. I DID want to adopt another child, but I also wanted to wait...oh, maybe a few weeks. I wanted to make absolutely sure that we could handle a fourth. I smiled at him. "I do want to, but I was thinking if you were with me on this, we could maybe wait a few weeks, y'know...make sure we can keep track of four kids."
He laughed a bit too loudly, and Jordan jumped. We both froze, watching her. Fortunately, she nuzzled her face in her blanket a moment before drifting back to sleep. I smiled at how adorable that had been, watching her sweet little napping self while my hubby answered me. "Yeah...that'd be great. And we definitely want to make sure we can handle four! What age are you thinking?"
I bit my lip. "I'd kind of like another baby, but at the same time, another older child would be good, too. So I guess it doesn't matter to me. You?"
"I'm with you. Babies are a lot less active, but they also need carried around a lot. But on the plus side, they're not constantly grabbing Pascal's tail, or pulling each other's hair, or, um...biting..." he chuckled. Audrey and Casey had been pretty mischievous lately, and yes, they had decided that they didn't like sharing Pascal, their bed, or their blankets. (Even though they each have a blanket. Audrey is a hoarder, apparently). THAT was what resulted in Casey biting Audrey's arm the other day...thankfully, no one was hurt, of course.
"Ugh...yeah," I shook my head with a grin. I wouldn't trade any of them for the world, even though they really could be terrible at times! :D "Just as long as the child we get hasn't had a body transplant."
He shuddered. "Nope."
I giggled. "Glad we're on the same page with that!"
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Just My Tired, Goofball Self...
There have been storms allllll week long, with more on the way. Yikes...
Of course, you guys know how much I LOVE storms, right?
Last night was awful. It was thundering so hard it shook the entire house, I kid you not, and the lightning was almost constant...not to mention the hail. I was freaked out...I don't know how the girls slept through it. I wish I had their guts! What's wrong with this picture: adult doll, scared to death of a storm. Three little girl dolls, sleeping calmly through the night. Hmm. At least I'm starting to get over the Frozen bunch's boxing up. That wasn't very fun, either! Basically, I've just been a bundle of sleeplessness and weird thoughts stemming FROM my sleeplessness, so bear with me. I haven't posted anything as of recent, so sorry about that, but Eugene did for Father's day, if I can remember correctly. So here's an awkward situation I got myself into today....also an example of how nuts I've been because of my lack of sleep. It just happened this afternoon.
When the girls were settled down for their daily afternoon snooze, I turned to Eugene and smiled before blurting out something I'd been thinking about all day.
"I think it would be cool to adopt another child, what do you think?"
He froze, his eyes wide with panic. "Uh...run that by me again?"
I did, and he choked, sitting down. "Well...I mean, not TODAY, but sometime soon."
With a gulp, my husband looked over me from head to toe, returning his gaze up to my eyes. "You're not kidding," he observed.
"No...?"
"Well, I guess you settled back into your role of motherhood fairly quickly, didn't you? Don't worry--I'm happy for that." he chuckled, reaching to take my hands into his, pulling me to stand in front of him. "You sure it's not the lack of sleep talking?"
"Yes -- well..no. Well...maybe." I sighed, blushing as I realized how sudden that must have sounded. "Sorry....that was pretty abrupt."
He grinned. "Well, if you're sure...we'll, um...we'll talk about it when you're rested up, and then we'll talk to Tangled Fan. Not right away, mind, but we could."
I bit my lip. "But what do YOU think?"
"I think...I don't know. Four kids is a pretty big, busy family, but I wouldn't mind. I just don't want to make a rash decision when we're both pretty tired...I promise we'll talk, though!" he reassured me. "We've hardly been back together again; I want to enjoy having my girl back a little more before we decide to adopt a fourth child, if we do."
I grinned, realizing exactly how much of an excuse that last part had been. He DID have two good points, though. He added that I should probably go take a nap while the girls were asleep, and I think I'll do just that.
What do YOU guys think? Is it my exhaustion speaking?
Of course, you guys know how much I LOVE storms, right?
Last night was awful. It was thundering so hard it shook the entire house, I kid you not, and the lightning was almost constant...not to mention the hail. I was freaked out...I don't know how the girls slept through it. I wish I had their guts! What's wrong with this picture: adult doll, scared to death of a storm. Three little girl dolls, sleeping calmly through the night. Hmm. At least I'm starting to get over the Frozen bunch's boxing up. That wasn't very fun, either! Basically, I've just been a bundle of sleeplessness and weird thoughts stemming FROM my sleeplessness, so bear with me. I haven't posted anything as of recent, so sorry about that, but Eugene did for Father's day, if I can remember correctly. So here's an awkward situation I got myself into today....also an example of how nuts I've been because of my lack of sleep. It just happened this afternoon.
When the girls were settled down for their daily afternoon snooze, I turned to Eugene and smiled before blurting out something I'd been thinking about all day.
"I think it would be cool to adopt another child, what do you think?"
He froze, his eyes wide with panic. "Uh...run that by me again?"
I did, and he choked, sitting down. "Well...I mean, not TODAY, but sometime soon."
With a gulp, my husband looked over me from head to toe, returning his gaze up to my eyes. "You're not kidding," he observed.
"No...?"
"Well, I guess you settled back into your role of motherhood fairly quickly, didn't you? Don't worry--I'm happy for that." he chuckled, reaching to take my hands into his, pulling me to stand in front of him. "You sure it's not the lack of sleep talking?"
"Yes -- well..no. Well...maybe." I sighed, blushing as I realized how sudden that must have sounded. "Sorry....that was pretty abrupt."
He grinned. "Well, if you're sure...we'll, um...we'll talk about it when you're rested up, and then we'll talk to Tangled Fan. Not right away, mind, but we could."
I bit my lip. "But what do YOU think?"
"I think...I don't know. Four kids is a pretty big, busy family, but I wouldn't mind. I just don't want to make a rash decision when we're both pretty tired...I promise we'll talk, though!" he reassured me. "We've hardly been back together again; I want to enjoy having my girl back a little more before we decide to adopt a fourth child, if we do."
I grinned, realizing exactly how much of an excuse that last part had been. He DID have two good points, though. He added that I should probably go take a nap while the girls were asleep, and I think I'll do just that.
What do YOU guys think? Is it my exhaustion speaking?
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