She busies herself picking up nails and the like...she doubted the nersary would ever be done in time... there were still shelves to build, closets to put togther... and then the actual moving in... She sighs a little and draws a breath, standing slowly, a hand to her stomach, brow creasing gently before a quiet cry escapes, leaning a hand against the wall...that was the third time ... but it wasgrowing more painful -- sasha's place

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Date Posted: 08:03:37 04/20/02 Sat
Author: Sasha
Subject: She busies herself picking up nails and the like...she doubted the nersary would ever be done in time... there were still shelves to build, closets to put togther... and then the actual moving in... She sighs a little and draws a breath, standing slowly, a hand to her stomach, brow creasing gently before a quiet cry escapes, leaning a hand against the wall...that was the third time ... but it wasgrowing more painful
In reply to: Isaiah 's message, "..." on 06:31:53 04/20/02 Sat

> He was completely covered in
>sweat; since the job had gone, he'd allowed himself to
>go downhill - he still had the figure, just not the
>stamina. He hefted the side of the crib onto the rest
>of the misshapen thing. "Goddamn assembly required."
>he muttered under his breath, glaring as he attempted
>to fumble a screwdriver toward the bars and keep it in
>place with both hands. His morning had been filled
>with moving furniture and preparing the nursery.

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He was out in a few moments, just as he'd promised, a towel tied around his waist, he peered around the door.. frowned a little. "You okay sash?" -- Isaiah, 08:07:40 04/20/02 Sat