Her phone starts ringing at 3am.  She glances at it.  The number is blocked.  That means it isn't anyone she knows or anyone she wants to talk to.  There's a sinking feeling in her gut.  Who would be calling at 3am?  Jen stares at her phone for another moment before forcing it to voicemail.  If it's important, they'll leave a message.  She's not ( Read more... )

With the littlest monster put to bed, Jen changes into some loose-fitting pajama pants that sit low on her hips, below her belly, and a Marine Corps t-shirt before going to find Jethro.  Last she knew, he was chasing a sparkly Danielsaurus Rex through the house.

There's a terrible commotion coming from Jen's office.  She's yelling and the cat is yelling right back.  Almost like an actual fight.  But cats are the world's best trolls.  Before she can chase it out of the room, it sends things flying off the desk and crashing to the floor.  Fearing for its life, it goes tearing out of the room and down the

I think I'm having a nervous breakdown.

It's still dark outside as Jen tries to get dressed for work.  She has the light on in the closet and the baby on the bed next to her sleeping husband.  She's been up for half an hour and already she's having a shitty morning.  Jaime watches as Jen pulls things off hangers and tries them on only to not be able to button anything.  Pants, skirts-- ( Read more... )

Jen shuts down her computer for the night and turns out the light on the desk. She didn't make it all the way through everything that needed to be read and some of what she did read will have to be read again tomorrow. But she's at the point of not caring; her stomach is rolling and she needs toothpicks to hold her eyes open. She grabs a glass of ( Read more... )

Jenny is curled up on the couch, buried under blankets, drinking tea.  It's cool enough now that they've turned the AC off for the season and gone to open windows and the cool breeze coming in is making for a perfect cozy night.  Having had more time to process the news, she finds herself really needing her best friend tonight. Not just needing, ( Read more... )

Jen tucked Jaime into the crib in the nursery and left the baby monitor nearby before closing the door.  Making her way down the hall, she can feel her pulse pick up as she runs through the conversation in her head.  In the bedroom she paces back and forth, wondering how and why and WHAT THE FUCK.  What's the saying about even the best laid plans ( Read more... )

Jen comes in from the porch and checks on Jaime who is still sleeping soundly in the basket in the living room.  She moves to the kitchen and rinses out her empty Guiness bottle before dropping it into the bin to be recycled.  The old pipes in the house tell her the upstairs shower just shut off, so Jen goes back to Jaime and collects the tiny baby ( Read more... )

After hanging out outside with Liz for a while, toasting marshmallows and eating chocolate, Jen decides to wander back inside.  She's too antsy to sit in any one place for too long.  She feels like she has things to do in the nursery and there's still laundry to be done.  Even though the crib linens and baby clothes have all been washed several ( Read more... )