I have to hand it to Mother, she knows how to change a diaper efficiently. I was sad to see her leave in that respect. She wasn't terribly kind to Vincent though; I'm sure he was throwing confetti at her departure when I wasn't looking. I did warn him she was a worse and unattractive version of me before we were married.I'm getting used to this ( Read more... )

...The one day we let our guards down, my water breaks. We should have known. *laughs* Five hours of labor wasn't what I call a good time, but screaming bloody murder and kicking was helpful until they gave me drugs. I don't think they've worn off yet.More importantly, Luciano is... perfect. Just... perfect. I just, I don't know any other word to ( Read more... )

Neither of us have had a single peaceful night of sleep this past month, I'm beginning to feel rather guilty. =_= Every pain or discomfort I get, I instantly assume I'm having contractions and not stomach cramps from overeating, oh no...When I write it out I sound foolish, don't I? *laughs ( Read more... )

Only a few weeks left. *deep breath* I'm feeling a mixture of restlessness, excitement and terror. More so the terror, admittedly. These "what-if" scenarios keep on going through my head and are progressively getting more and more ridiculous. Yet I still worry. =_=; Vincent seems to be the only voice of reason as of late ( Read more... )

We're just about ready to leave to the airport soon-- a holiday within a holiday if you will. I still need to pack a few things, drop off the dogs with my chauffeur, and we'll be on our merry way.

I'm most especially excited about the sunbathing. ♥ Appearing like the undead wasn't quite the look I'm going for this winter. Although I think Vincent ( Read more... )

Shopping is all finished, presents are wrapped, the house is...ah, somewhat decorated. I believe we're ready for Christmas. ♥ Now if I were an unselfish wife, my only wish would be that my husband cheers up and that we have a lovely Christmas day together.

Don't get me wrong, I do wish for that with all my heart, but you can't find a vintage Louis ( Read more... )

After much....er, debate with Rufus this morning, I've come to accept Vincent's given punishment.

He needs the break, which anyone can see or smell, really-- I need to get him on a quitting program. It'll be bliss knowing he doesn't have to leave the bed at the crack of dawn and we can get our marriage back on trackI want eggs. *___* And bacon ( Read more... )

I finished my holiday shopping for the most part. And now I feel... like I've been run over. Repeatedly. Ugh. I never get colds... how insulting.Agon, I'll have to make a rain check on that chocolate. I don't feel like doing much but curling into bed. Keep yourself out of trouble until then, mm ( Read more... )

...If he'd think about something else other than his self-pity and so-called suffering, I wouldn't be nearly as upset. Hateful Italian jerk.

I'm going to make cupcakes. Lots of them, because at least comestibles don't judge my friends, or ruin things I love ( Read more... )

Agon's ill, and I can't leave him here all alone in good conscience. Maybe if his roommate returns I can go back to check on the dogs, but... until then I better keep watch.

He's being rather stubborn and wants to go work-- hell if I'll let that happen. He'll kill himself just trying to get there, and more than likely he'll get everyone in the ( Read more... )