Somehow, "tomorrow" turned into "two months later." Oops. I promise to update more often, though school starts on Thursday. Without further ado, here is...
Chapter 7
It's hard, having no jobs to look forward to while on maternity leave. I called City Hall, but all they said was that "I was incapable of performing my job." What? Since when?
Don't get me wrong; I love kids. I can't wait for my nooboos to arrive. Yes, that was a plural. I'm hoping that they're twins or triplets. I won't choose my first-born to be the heir(ess). I'm going to be fair and wait to see which one has the best personality. Although, I will love all my children equally, of course!
Seeing as there was nothing else to do, I decided to sketch while Alyssa looked over my shoulder and Hank took a shower.
I heard Hank splashing about in the puddles outside, and wished that I could join him. However, that fell under rigorous activities due to the up and down movement. Darn.
I now have five skill points in Painting. I am slowly ascending that ladder. Though I am not gifted with the Artistic trait, I love to paint, and sketch. Though, my true passion lies in sculpting. A sculpting station is too expensive, however, and we have a little over $3,000.
I let off a little steam by making inappropriate forum posts. Afterwards, I felt a lot better.
Hank helped me feel better by encouraging me to a pillow fight. I won. Not that I was keeping track, or anything.
"I love you so much," Hank whispered, as we stood in the (full) moonlight. After a few smooches (or more than a few), we retired to bed.
The next morning was the baby's due date. My stomach was in full-blown nooboo mode, and I could barely bend over to make the bed.
Upon going to the bathroom, I learned that our sink was broken. Great. Another thing I had to fix because Alyssa definitely wouldn't, and I didn't want to trouble Hank. Not after what I had seen.
I also learned that Hank and Alyssa had eaten the last two servings of pancakes. Grumbling, I made a batch for myself, and even took the good liberty of putting in the fridge for later. I was not thanked. As I tried to repair the
only sink in the house, Alyssa shooed me out of the bathroom so she could take a shower. I was forced into the main room, complete with dirty dishes that couldn't be washed because of the broken sink. I almost decided to rage-quit (word learned from Alyssa) when I heard Hank playing computer games with the volume at full-blast.
Eventually I decided to repair an old television for Jamie Sekemoto. She (somehow knowing my number) called me in the middle of the night asking me to do this favor. Being half-asleep, I consented. Now, awake, I was wishing that I had declined.
At least she gave me $500 for my efforts (which included finding her, finally, at the consignment shop). Upon hearing her gush about her new marriage to a nearby stranger, I remembered that we hadn't built a nursery yet. Rushing home, I told Hank this and he immediately called one of his builder friends.
Something strange happened when I came home, though. I walked in and saw Hank and Alyssa step away from each other, quickly. What if they were flirting again? But Hank wouldn't...would he?
Shortly after Hank's friend arrived, the nursery was finished. It does give the house an odd shape, but we like it. I tried to make it as gender-neutral as possible (though, it doesn't hurt to put a picture of a unicorn up).
I decided to repair the sink before the baby came. Surprisingly, it was still hanging on in my stomach. This time, Alyssa mopped up the puddle of water below me.
Hank is so sweet. We had a pillow fight, but immediately after (I won) he grabbed my hands and said the sweetest things to me. I won't repeat them, just so that your gag reflex doesn't activate. He wouldn't flirt with my sister.
As I walk into the kitchen, I suddenly feel the most excruciating pain I have ever felt in my life. It was like a million tiny knives digging into my intestines. Yes, I know. It's not a pretty image. It's childbirth -- I figured that out quickly enough.
Hank freaked out when he saw, to which I replied with a huffy, "HELP ME!" It was more like a shriek, but I'll pretend that I stayed dignified the entire time.
He drove me to Sacred Spleen Hospital, and the staff there quickly got me into a room. Hank sat, biting his lip and pacing the entire time. Finally, they ordered him out due to the fact that he was causing anxiety to me, as well. Finally, finally, the time came.
At 7:59pm, on Wednesday, Week 2, Danny Deare was born -- a
loner who displayed
genius qualities even at birth.
At 8:02pm, on the same, cool, fall evening, Angelina Deare was born -- an
insane light sleeper.
And at 8:05pm, Patience Deare was born -- an
insane, friendly baby.
