*comes back from teh real estate office*

Nim?

I think I've found the PERFECT place for you.

*figures he hasn't seen Boromir in bloody ages*

*sets off to find him*

*feels slightly less good after hormone-induced erratic moodiness*

*goes for a walk and a quiet smoke*

*doesn't think of twins*

*OR triplets*

*just don't mention quads*

*also manages to get through an entire book on the whole miracle of life and child-rearing without freaking out or vomiting*

*feels surprisingly good about himself*

*spends the day looking at houses and apartments with Nim for her*

*whistles cheerfully, feeling a lot less pent up as he heads to the pub*

*decides to attempt being responsible*

*starts reading up on gestation and child-rearing*

...

*starts feeling that panicky feeling creeping up his spine again*

*feels crappy about avoiding Nim and the predicament facing him*

*goes to check on her*

How you feeling? :S

*looks somewhat sleep deprived, haggard and hungover*

*wanders off to find Boromir and whinge at him about his life*

*goes for a walk*

*a long, quiet, pensive, thoughtful, despondent, miserable and confused walk*

*skulks at the bar*

*drinks and chainsmokes*

*broods*