From my husbands:

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want--good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

(Backdated to yesterday because I had both family and RPG drama. *facepalms*)


Dawna had been cleaning the house a little bit (read: mostly watching Phae, Cal and Cate clean up and picking up a few things when they'd let her) when she'd started to feel a few less-than-tiny pains. She figured it was nothing too bad, and sat, the idea of having over-extended herself clearly set in her mind.

Had she been more focused, she would have noticed Phae's eyes darting at her an awful lot, and knowing that the girl seemed to KNOW things... well, she might have realized a little sooner is all.

Instead, it took the pains increasing the longer she sat. She'd been through labor enough to know what the ever-increasing pains really meant, but she was a little hesitant to admit it, even to herself. In fact, she kept it to herself until a sharp and LONG pain hit low in her stomach, making her moan softly. "Okay, I don't care who does it, but can someone go get your Dad," she said, twisting a little to relieve as much pressure as she could in the hopes that it would make the contraction pass. "Quickly?"

To: Collin Velasquez
From: Dawna Jekyll
Subject: Ultrasound Results

Two words: Twins. Boys.

I'm both freaking out, and relieved.

Dawnie



To: Ashton Anderson
From: Dawna Jekyll
Subject: Ultrasound

Twin boys. I'm both freaking out (TWINS) and relieved (Boys).

I'll call you tonight. About 11 PM my time, and we can chat about what a spaz I really am, okey dokey?

Dawna



To:Nathaniel and Logan Velasquez
From: Dawna Jekyll
Subject: Ready for it?

You're about to have two new brothers. Twin boys. *facepalms*

Call me later when you get the chance. Give Punky hugs from Grandma, please.

~Mom



To: Aunt Jordie
From: Dawna Jekyll
Subject: So, I got the ultrasound...
attachment: oh_look_boys.wmv

Boys. Twin boys. The ultrasound was AMAZING. They're both little exhibitionists. Legs all splayed so we got perfect pictures. I attached the file so you can see!

Love you. Thank you for letting me vent.

Dawna

By five in the evening, Dawna was pacing. She wasn't really sure how she was going to make it through another hour and a half and she was quite sure she was driving everyone else in the house mad. Probably especially Edward, which would explain why he'd stalked off at least twice. Of course, her constant irritation and nagging wasn't helping. If it kept up, they were going to wind up shouting, loudly-maybe even hitting, and she was in no mood to explain bruises to the doctor at the ultrasound...

By five-thirty, she was curled up on the couch under a blanket trying not to throw up. By 5:45, she was asleep, her brows drawn together just a little even in sleep.

Six-thirty couldn't come fast enough. Or slow enough.

My feet are swollen, my eldest child in London has found a distraction I haven't met yet, I'm as big as a fucking house and if one of my wonderful younger children could do the dishes I'd be OH so happy, please and thank you.

I refuse to go to the ultrasound, by the way. REFUSE. Because I have this SINKING FUCKING SUSPICION. SO, to stop myself from panicking like the major fucking spaz we all know I can be? I don't want to know. I can just be surprised when I give birth, okay? Okay. Glad we all agree.

Honestly? I'm grouchy. And not sleeping, obviously. Who needs sleep? Because every time I lay down, I have indigestion like you would not believe. Or, you know, pain. I swear, if Nate had caused my sciatic nerve to be this compressed, I never would have had another kid. EVER.

Remember my asserting that I AM TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT? Yeah. Read that line carefully. Never again. NEVER. I have a GRANDCHILD older than this child (children. I swear to god, if it's twins I'm killing everyone in the house). I'm OFFICIALLY TOO OLD.

/Rant

Okay, family meeting (well, of a sort)

We have two weeks until Gem heads to London.

I need to know if there's any last minute stuff that needs done on our end?

(Coll? Can you think of anything I have likely forgotten in my pregnancy-hormone-addled state?)

( read at your own risk. Seriously? If you read it and get pissed off at what you read, it's your OWN problem. This was JUST between Dawna and Ash. Caveat: If Edward did pull Dawna away and either a. the kids found the log in the morning, b. Edward found it in the morning or c. HENRY found it in the morning, that is fine. )

( Firmly locked from ex-husbands, children, and other various and sundry family due to mature subject matter between Dawna and Edward )