I'm ready to go home now.

Well, here's to one whole year of my life lost! With many more to come!

I no longer have anything of consequence to write. I can't have visitors, I can't go to work, the kids are about as interesting as cardboard much as I love them..., my husband's still a moody bastard, no need to belabor that point, and to top it all off...there's nothing to do.

Daily routine:

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Can I go home yet? Are we enriched enough? Some books or something to do all day would be nice. Can't even go entertain myself with the antics of my siblings. This bites.

Something sweet for my sweetheart, if only because I know he'll eat them and pretend to hate them and secretly love them. Would have made more, but we're short a birthday boy.

We're here. I don't like it.

...amidst this all, my little baby girl actually smiled at me today. She's going to be quiet the charmer, I think. She's already got her father under her little pinky, and in two months flat. She's already beating her mother by a long shot.

Meanwhile, Kohaku continues to frown and make unintelligible annoyed noises. Hmmm...just like another someone I know.

Packing's begun. I don't know what to make of this situation. I've grown to like this apartment, a lot, and now they're moving us out of it. Why can't we just stay here for the program? Well, we'll figure something out.

( OOC STUFF )

He's not coming with us.

It's like losing Gaara all over again.

The human body and mind can only take so much. I'm proud to boast considerable strength on both fronts, but...as I said. They can only take so much.

[ Private, mildly hackable ] It's that little hussy, I'm sure.

Still haven't heard a thing back on that letter, and they must have gotten my reply by now. See? It was nothing to worry about. Probably just a generic thing sent out to all the new mothers and then they pick the ones they want from the pool they get back. Seeing as I don't appear to have been selected, things must be fine.

Guess I spoke too soon.

I'm looking forward to going back to work part-time. Of course I'll be bringing the twins with me, I've already gotten the okay on that, and I have as many breaks as I need. And it's only once or twice a week. I'm just going stir crazy in the house, so even though I'm entitled to more maternity leave, I think it's time I got back to doing something.

Huh. Got a letter from the government. They want to put our kids into some new, experimental learning program. Seems pretty official and...how could I say no?

Brothers, please be in touch soon.

Happy birthday, baby brother!

I'm sure you're more than preoccupied today, but I, your nephew, and your niece hope you make the best of it. (and your brother-in-law when I smack some sense into him, but the same sentiments will be accompanied by a bit of cursing...hope you don't mind.)

I never thought at 19 I'd be married and a mother of two. Funny how things work.

( PRIVATE: Slipped under Ukon's door. )

Huh.

Well.

We survived a month.

The little rats still can't do much more than pat their feet, turn their heads, cry, poop and eat, but the first two are a major improvement. But I've noticed a lot of things. Kaede will stop crying if daddy picks her up...Kohaku just cries louder, but he quiets right down for me. Kaede likes to lie on her belly, Kohaku likes to lie on his back. Neither of them seem to mind their uncle much. Maybe they know he's going to be the one to give them everything mommy and daddy won't. They seem to have something of a sleeping and eating schedule. It can still be a little sporadic, but mommy can usually catch a short nap here and there.

...I didn't think I'd like being a mother but damn, it's surprised me.

They say if you can survive the first week, you can survive the rest.

Well, here's to a week. One down, 935 left to go.

We're home now, one big happy family. The demonspawn are sated for the moment, although I don't know what there is to say. Everything went just fine. Everyone is healthy. I know my brothers are reading this so I'll spare the gory details. I would like to give special thanks to my babies' godfather, for being there for me at the hospital. It means a whole hell of a lot to me.

I just can't believe we made it here...and they're so small, too, like little dolls. Damn did I loathe them when the nurse brought them out to me, but...it's so weird to say, I love them. I do. They have their father's eyes, both of them, and Kohaku's definitely got his father's personality. I can already tell, he's already causing more trouble than his sister. But I have to love him. I want to. Being a mother feels so much different than I expected it would...it's better.

Kank, are you going to come visit any time soon? Bring Anko and Gaara with you, if you do. I can finally break out that wine from August.

Got a message from Temari:

Demons are okay. Me not so much. Hurting like a bitch, but the epidural was nice. Kaede: 5lbs 9ozs. Kohaku: 6lbs 2ozs. Everything's checking out find, be home in a few days. Doctor says one or two if all's well.

[ ooc; baww. Just wanted and excuse to share. She won't be home until Saturday. Pretend, uhh, Terminal is posting for her. Yeah. Something. ]

Anyone got a safety pin? Come on, this waiting thing is starting to get a little old. I'd like my mobility back, please?

( OOC: Here's the battle plan. )

Could my life do something other than, oh I don't know, revolve around these demon children? Damn. Well, the doctor's saying it could be "any day" now. I'll save everyone the obnoxious medical terminology that I had to sit through, and just get straight to the point that he says I'm showing all the signs that the little hell raisers are ready to make their exit. I guess it's not an uncommon thing with twins. I won't argue if they want to come a little early. Fine by me.

In much more interesting news, there's a cat in the apartment now. Yes a cat. Never really thought about getting a pet-- won't have much time for it, anyway-- but my ever-so-kind boss bestowed her upon me to help relieve stress.

I...guess it's working. I don't feel the need to castrate anyone any more. Maybe just stab in a non-vital point.

Well, I missed the Valentine's Day posting rush, but I had really nothing to post. We're not "that" sort of family, I guess, if you want to put it that way.

But I did go into the studio for the heck of it, for a little while. And the most adorable little boy gave me some of his chocolate. He was so well behaved. Hopefully my own son will follow suit...

So, a boy and a girl. We're pretty sure on it, from the ultrasounds.

Definitely need something new to start writing about, I'm sure everyone is getting tired of hearing the same things, each entry. But what can I say, when I'm always in one of two places, and nothing ever happens.

Perhaps I could start writing book reviews.

..nah.

Damn it. We're out of coffee again...I must have forgotten to buy some when I went to the store last.

And does anyone know where the hell I can get some strawberry sherbet? It's a simple request, I don't see why nowhere seems to stock it. Idiots. It's supply and demand: I demand it, they supply it.

Now it's time to go soak my feet.