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From my husbands:
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want--good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you. -
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(Backdated to yesterday because I had both family and RPG drama. *facepalms*)Dawna had been cleaning the house a little bit (read: mostly watching Phae, Cal and Cate clean up and picking up a few things when they'd let her) when she'd started to feel a few less-than-tiny pains. She figured it was nothing too bad, and sat, the idea of having over- ( Read more... ) -
E-mailing
To: Collin Velasquez
From: Dawna Jekyll
Subject: Ultrasound Results
Two words: Twins. Boys.
I'm both freaking out, and relieved.
Dawnie
To: Ashton Anderson
From: Dawna Jekyll
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The Day of the Ultrasound
By five in the evening, Dawna was pacing. She wasn't really sure how she was going to make it through another hour and a half and she was quite sure she was driving everyone else in the house mad. Probably especially Edward, which would explain why he'd stalked off at least twice. Of course, her constant irritation and nagging wasn't helping. ( Read more... ) -
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Timeline Post:
Because things get confusing, I'm starting a timeline. Obviously, it's a work in progress. Toss anything you want on it (for your own reference or mine) in a comment.
This is based on Dawna, since she's who everything seems to bounce off of (Damn woman)
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My feet are swollen, my eldest child in London has found a distraction I haven't met yet, I'm as big as a fucking house and if one of my wonderful younger children could do the dishes I'd be OH so happy, please and thank you ( Read more... ) -
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Okay, family meeting (well, of a sort)
We have two weeks until Gem heads to London.
I need to know if there's any last minute stuff that needs done on our end?
(Coll? Can you think of anything I have likely forgotten in my pregnancy-hormone-addled state?)
