It wasn't that Jess disliked the holidays. On the contrary, every year for as long as she could remember had been a great time. Family dinners, awesome presents, fun and games for everyone.

( No, Jess disliked the holidays for one reason and one reason only )

She swore that if she got any bigger, she was going to pop. Their little angel (or helion when they were kicking her) had already assumed the position so to speak according to the midwife they'd seen only yesterday.
While the middle of her pregnancy had been great, now it felt like she was back at square one pluse a few more insanely tormenting oddities that were 'normal' for someone expecting a baby.

Sitting on the couch, she watched the snow fall down across the windows, one hand absently rubbing her swollen stomach as the other flicked the channels on the TV. There was nothing good on at six o'clock, and Jess never watched the news (there was no need, as she got filled in on anything important at work), so the only option left was to pop in a movie. Combined, her and Don had around 500 or so to choose from, but that wasn't what was stopping her from getting up and taking the few steps over to the shelves.

Squirming in her seat, Jess was locked in a battle with herself. Get up and make a mad dash for the bathroom to pee, or stay and hope that something even slightly distracting came on. She knew it wasn't good to hold it in for long periods of time, but she'd just gone not fifteen minutes ago. Whereas beer and diet pop went through most humans like nothing, water was becoming her greatest enemy. Not two minutes after downing a bottle, she felt the urge.

Biting her lip, she looked around, expecting Don to pop out of some door with the deciding factor. When had she gotten so dependant? Regardless, he was probably still at work, and she knew if she called him, she'd get an earful.

Jess huffed, blowing a piece of it out of her face. Her mind was only starting to come to its final decision when she heard the lock on the door being opened.

Hours worked a day: 9
Hours spent taking care of dog: 7
Hours spent doing other 'real life' things: whatever's left.


Right now, I'm down to weekends, folks, and unfortunately, my weekends are Friday and Saturday. Please don't take offence if I haven't posted anything for your muse as of late, but as you can see, I've got a good 12 hours a week on my hand, if that. I don't want to cut down my muses, but obviously something's gonna have to give soon, so it'll probably be 'verses instead.

If you absolutely cannot bear to part with Jess or any of my other muses for your particular 'verse, let me know here.

I know I suck,

The 'mun.

Need new pants. Can't stop growin'.