I've had a long day at work. My feet are swollen, they hurt, I look like a beached whale. I want to have this baby already. I hope Don had a better day then I did.
I had a bite to eat with Don, then I sat at the computer to work on my book. He told me that he had been collecting and that he had enough to make some small changes to the "house". I can't wait to see what he calls changes.
Our bathroom in now inclosed. It doesn't have a door but something is better than going right out in front of all the simverse. The Kitchen has it's own little nook. And our bed is hidden from the front view of the house. I like that.
Kitchen Area:
Don: So K, do you like the additions? I also hung your painting above your desk, the one you got for your last promotion at work.
K:I love it honey. Thank you for all the hard work you do around here for me when I'm working.
Don: So, how's your new book coming along?
K: It's coming along fine. The publisher wants it next week for proofing.
K: Wow, I think I'm gonna lay down Don, my back is killing me.
Don: Are you okay? Is it the baby?
K: I'm sure it's nothing.
When I laid down, Sometime after Don laid down too.
I was starving, tired and achy. I got up and went to the kitchen and got something to eat. It was still late and I needed to get some sleep. I was so exhausted.
As I started back to bed, I have no clue what happened, I just passed out on the ground. Lucky for me, the baby wasn't hurt. Only my pride.
I finally came too long enough to crawl in bed with Don and fall into a deep sleep.
The next morning I was awakened with sharp pains. It felt as if someone was sticking pins in my back. When I stood up my water broke. It was time for the nooboo to come.
I tried to focus on what my books said and the online videos taught me about breathing.
Before I knew it, our little Kyra Lothario Rockwell was here.
Don rushed over to see her. He was counting all her fingers and toes.
Don: I see 1, 2, 3, 4,
Kyra: *screams* waaaaaaaa
Don: shhhhhhh, No No No Kyra,
Don: *picking her up* Now now there.. shhhh
Don: What's wrong little one? It's okay. Daddy will take care of it.
*smooches*
Don: I bet your a hungry little girl. All this excitement this morning. You want some milk don't you sweetie.
