Laurince Legacy, 1.2, Part One
Posting this in two parts to lessen download annoyance and switch narrators!
Well, my pregnancy progressed without a hitch.
It was strange, you know? Knowing that some little person was growing inside of me, waiting to come out. Depending on me. Defenseless. Helpless.
When it came down to it? When Blane was born? I have to admit, my first thought was...
What if I screw up?
Luckily, Armando was a wonderful father. I felt a bit guilty, given that he'd work a full evening at work, then come home and take care of the baby. But he loved it. He was a wonderful father.
He loved Blane, and he loved me. I was starting to feel a little guilty.
Once Blane was starting the very beginnings of crawling, I grabbed the newspaper, fully prepared to look through the want ads. See what kinds of jobs there were, and how I needed to train for them. Unfortunately, I was overwhelmed by waves of nausea. Just the flu, right? Wrong.
Armando took it all in stride, though. Only child, parents died young. "I don't care if we fill the house," he said.
"Fill the house?" I said, worried. "That won't take much."
"I got promoted at work. We'll add on to it."
"Promoted to what?" I asked, but he'd gone to give Blane another bottle.
My feelings of guilt soon washed away as I realized that there would soon be two children in the house. Even though Blane was having his first birthday...
Infancy, no doubt, was a piece of pie compared to what we'd be in for.
Our little house was growing into something livable, at least. A full nursery, and we finally had a couch and a television.
Blane was a bright boy, and learned everything we could teach him.
Finally, our second child was born. Another son, named Brand.
We were overjoyed to be parents a second time over.
AN: And I am never using the ingame scrapbook functions again, as several of the first three kids' childhood shots mysteriously disappeared, including Brand's birth pics.
I was getting used to the idea that I was a stay-at-home mom.
I mean, sure, I'm living out that old goal of mine, to live in a house without having a job.
But...being a mother is a job, and I don't even get paid for it. I mean, that's pretty silly. Luckily, there are actually rewards out there besides money. (This is shocking coming from me, I know!)
All too soon, Blane reached school age. It wasn't really until then that it struck me. Wow, he's grown up into a little person. And given that it was Blane, a brilliant, logical, observant, little person.
I learned this all too well. In one of the first real conversations we ever had, he looked me straight in the eye and said, "You know, Daddy's a criminal."
I laughed at this. "No he isn't." I had just talked to him about how much I hated Armando working nights.
"What job is there where you leave in dark clothes in the middle of the night every night, and come back with money?"
I had no response to this. But it was ludicrous!
Armando Laurince, loving father, doting husband, bank robber?
...Nah.
Blane's first day of school was very sad. What was I going to do all day with my baby away from me?
That was a really stupid thought I had. I have a toddler and a husband sleeping off the night shift...
...a son bringing more boys for playmates...
...and a sudden recurrance of repeated trips to kneel before the porcelain (fertility?) god.
My days will never be empty. Who was I kidding for that half second in front of the school bus?
I don't think my tears even fooled the driver!
I wasn't the only one getting bigger.
Soon my other little boy was going to be blowing out birthday candles and moving out of the nursery forever.
I know that siblings aren't often best friends, but hopefully the two of them will get along.
Space is still tight around here, especially since we have to keep a nursery for Child #3. The boys will have to share a room and a bathroom.
In fact, they will be stuck together more than they will want, I think. Because third time's the charm, my next baby was a daughter. Bielle.
Part 2 link here.
Well, my pregnancy progressed without a hitch.
It was strange, you know? Knowing that some little person was growing inside of me, waiting to come out. Depending on me. Defenseless. Helpless.
When it came down to it? When Blane was born? I have to admit, my first thought was...
What if I screw up?
Luckily, Armando was a wonderful father. I felt a bit guilty, given that he'd work a full evening at work, then come home and take care of the baby. But he loved it. He was a wonderful father.
He loved Blane, and he loved me. I was starting to feel a little guilty.
Once Blane was starting the very beginnings of crawling, I grabbed the newspaper, fully prepared to look through the want ads. See what kinds of jobs there were, and how I needed to train for them. Unfortunately, I was overwhelmed by waves of nausea. Just the flu, right? Wrong.
Armando took it all in stride, though. Only child, parents died young. "I don't care if we fill the house," he said.
"Fill the house?" I said, worried. "That won't take much."
"I got promoted at work. We'll add on to it."
"Promoted to what?" I asked, but he'd gone to give Blane another bottle.
My feelings of guilt soon washed away as I realized that there would soon be two children in the house. Even though Blane was having his first birthday...
Infancy, no doubt, was a piece of pie compared to what we'd be in for.
Our little house was growing into something livable, at least. A full nursery, and we finally had a couch and a television.
Blane was a bright boy, and learned everything we could teach him.
Finally, our second child was born. Another son, named Brand.
We were overjoyed to be parents a second time over.
AN: And I am never using the ingame scrapbook functions again, as several of the first three kids' childhood shots mysteriously disappeared, including Brand's birth pics.
I was getting used to the idea that I was a stay-at-home mom.
I mean, sure, I'm living out that old goal of mine, to live in a house without having a job.
But...being a mother is a job, and I don't even get paid for it. I mean, that's pretty silly. Luckily, there are actually rewards out there besides money. (This is shocking coming from me, I know!)
All too soon, Blane reached school age. It wasn't really until then that it struck me. Wow, he's grown up into a little person. And given that it was Blane, a brilliant, logical, observant, little person.
I learned this all too well. In one of the first real conversations we ever had, he looked me straight in the eye and said, "You know, Daddy's a criminal."
I laughed at this. "No he isn't." I had just talked to him about how much I hated Armando working nights.
"What job is there where you leave in dark clothes in the middle of the night every night, and come back with money?"
I had no response to this. But it was ludicrous!
Armando Laurince, loving father, doting husband, bank robber?
...Nah.
Blane's first day of school was very sad. What was I going to do all day with my baby away from me?
That was a really stupid thought I had. I have a toddler and a husband sleeping off the night shift...
...a son bringing more boys for playmates...
...and a sudden recurrance of repeated trips to kneel before the porcelain (fertility?) god.
My days will never be empty. Who was I kidding for that half second in front of the school bus?
I don't think my tears even fooled the driver!
I wasn't the only one getting bigger.
Soon my other little boy was going to be blowing out birthday candles and moving out of the nursery forever.
I know that siblings aren't often best friends, but hopefully the two of them will get along.
Space is still tight around here, especially since we have to keep a nursery for Child #3. The boys will have to share a room and a bathroom.
In fact, they will be stuck together more than they will want, I think. Because third time's the charm, my next baby was a daughter. Bielle.
Part 2 link here.