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 whole no-sleeping thing.

...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 describe him. *laughs* Ever since I saw Vincent holding him, I've been in awe. He hasn't cried much either, but he does seem to enjoy staring at us and making us cry. Seven pounds and 3 ounces. I'd take a picture but...well, you try giving birth to something and moving around afterward.

Dear lord I'm tired. =__= It's lovely and all to watch Luci sleep, but I need to try and rest until he wakes up again. Worse yet Mother is coming by to see him tomorrow; though I think she is intent on staying and "helping". God help us.

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*


I suppose it's of no consequence, compared to what's to come. Mother insists on calling every morning to remind me how much of a pain I was as a baby and how she has absolutely no doubt mine will be the same. For karma's sake, I'll let her say what she wants.

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.


...

God help that hospital's occupants if they don't drug me properly.

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 is inevitably pale forever. Poor thing.

...Now that I think about it, this will probably be our final getaway for quite a while. I hope we cherish it. ._.

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 Vuitton bag or tennis bracelet like that just anywhere. I wonder if this materialism is genetic.

Hm, only two more months and a couple weeks left, give or take. I don't know how I've been so patient about this... I absolutely refuse to have any more children. =___=

(ooc: XD So she'll say 4 kids later.)

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 track. ♥

I want eggs. *___* And bacon~. ♥

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? ♥

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*sighs* No word from him since Monday night. I underestimated this entire situation... but I can't wave the white flag and let him win this. I can't feed his immaturity anymore, although I suppose I have some growing up to do too.

I just... want him to come home.
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...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.

...And I'm well aware food is inanimate, so can it. It's a point I'm trying to make.


(ooc: Mel my love, Yukari's crashing at Nuri's place for the night. ♥ Lemme know if that's a problem.)

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 building sick if he made it.

... ...



I sound like I'm his mother. =_=#

God, it's cold. I can't sleep like this. Either the heater is malfunctioning or there's an arctic storm outside. I need to dig up gloves before my fingers freeze off.

Yuu-chan, I haven't seen you for... ... (*counting on fingers*) ... ... months. ;A;

Are you trying to break my poor heart? Honestly, how do you sleep at night?

I hate sleeping alone. And worrying about him, because apparently he doesn't have the time to do it himself. Get yourself sick again for all I care. -_-#

Balthier, I'm coming over.

... ... ... and bringing a couple dogs with me. Hopefully your cat doesn't mind.

Everything has become a mess ever since yesterday. I fell asleep at Balthier's apartment last night, and came home to a... well, unexpected visitor. That was interesting.

And Vincent isn't talking much. He must be upset with himself, but I don't really know. I'm reluctant to press him about it-- every time something like this happens, we wind up fighting. That's the last thing any of us are in the mood for.

I hope Rufus is doing better, I'm utterly worried about him. It's so hard to believe Basch... no. No. I won't even think about it.

Suppose there isn't much I can do but eat wait for someone to talk to me.

The nursery is half-painted now~. It's strange that a midnight craving turned into a sudden urge to paint... I mean, I've had the gallons and color schemes forever; it's just been difficult to drag myself from the TV and the fridge to actually do something productive.

That said, channel 53 began to run that old soap opera Balthier and I were in years ago now that he's an international star and people just can't seem to get enough I'm feeding his ego, I need to stop that. We both looked so... adorably naive; it's rather surprising to think how much he's changed since then. Me too, of course-- but it's more amusing to dwell on him and how proud I am. ♥

Yellow isn't girly for a boy, is it? Baby blue bores me... hrm. I suppose I could find some wallpaper, but most of them are tacky. I absolutely refuse to expose my son to poor decor.

I suppose complex thought shouldn't be done at late hours. ...I'm going to bed. And coveting Vincent. ♥

(ooc: I'm semi-back from hiatus... let's see how it goes. 8D;; )


My mother fell ill last week, so I visited her at my brother's insistence. She's doing better now I suppose-- at least well enough to criticize my current lifestyle as usual. (I think she'll pull through.) I decided to return once she started on about not marrying foreigners. *sigh* =_=

I'm glad father wasn't there, and it was good to see Suguru and spoil him a little... but I prefer being home in the city. I missed Vincent and the dogs. And the refrigerator. *____*

Ah! The baby just kicked. I guess he's happy to be home too, ne. ♥

Aaaah, it's Vincent's birthday~! Personally I can't wait for the cake... *__* Dinner sounds good, too, though I suppose I should be thinking about lunch around this time first.

Hrm... I forgot the amount of noise a puppy makes... but he's happy, so I'm happy. And Vincent's trying to teach him how to fetch the ball; it's so cute! *scuttles away to find a camera*

Ugh... these damn midnight cravings. I can't sleep, but I don't think the 24-hour market sells clams. Or leeks. Hrm. My feet are swollen, I wouldn't go check anyways. *feels sorry for herself*

Maru is gnawing on Vincent's hand. ... That man could sleep through a nuclear apocalypse. For the life of me, I still can't figure out what to get him for his birthday. I need a Christmas miracle to occur a couple months early. ...Does that happen, I wonder?

(ooc: Eeeh, strike-out not viewable to people who don't know about her predicament.)

[Private, U-H]
October already? Oh God, his birthday's coming up. Of course he's going to expect birthday sex. *rubs temples* It's been... well... longer than I can remember. I don't even want to think about it until I give birth.

... And somehow I doubt that he could wait until March. There has to be another way... hrm.
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Ah... this may come off as a strange request-- but does anyone happen to know where I can find a disease-free hooker? >___>;;;

It's not for me-- I, err... simply have a noble quest I must fulfill.

Just returned from the Doctor's-- it's official. We're having a boy. I don't quite remember what Vincent decided to call him... Luciano something-something. Heaven forbid we put a Japanese name in there, hmm darling?

Anyways, now that my husband has nearly made me deaf with his cries of joy over the phone, I can finally start buying baby clothes. ... Right now.


Ah! And Happy Birthday, Eclipse. ♥ Now you're old like the rest of us.

(ooc: Had to do this because... YAY 4 MONTHS ♥ 8D!)

H-how the hell did he hide my heels-- ALL OF THEM!? *wibble* I can't find the shoes Rae gave me either... flat shoes are stupid, Vincent. I hope you're pleased with yourself.

The one time I get to go outside... *huff*

(ooc: XDDD She's totally going to be clumsy and stumbling without them on.)