h_hollister: (Beach)
Sammy is hunkered down amongst his father's novels. Not that he's had any real interaction thereof. He knows his bio-dad died years and years ago. He knows his mum has tried to protect him. And he knows his brother isn't really his brother.

Samuel Miguel Hollister y Salazar sits on his haunches and frowns.

Life sucks, to be totally honest.
h_hollister: (Love)
It had been far too many years since she'd had a night to herself. Sure, Kryten was one hell of a nanny, and Barong was one hell of a tutor, but she still had to make 100% sure her boys were safe in this booby trap of a castle.

Ramon...your ancestors were the worst at baby proofing. How dare you leave her a castle?

A night out didn't consist of much. She PIN'd to London. Slipped into the hotel bar at the Savoy, because she could. Held out a distant and dim hope that Nadezhda and Severus would slide into a deep booth behind her, and the three of them could have words about certain topics.

And when that didn't happen, she PIN'd herself back home, into the Hall of Water. She didn't know how oppressive this castle was until she was pinned back between its walls.

She missed her husband. She missed Wade. She missed any sort of semblance of a normal life. She hated that she missed it, and hated her need to live a life without any sort of draw. She was a terrible mother and she hated herself. She made her way into the livable wing of the castle. Three bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchen. The other wings....well. Kryten cleaned them. She didn't care.

"Katsuya?" she called, slipping her heels off as she made her way through the halls of Ramon's ancestors. "I'm home!"
h_hollister: (Pink)


Accepting applications, game due to open October 1st.
h_hollister: (Flirty in red)
If anybody's still reading this journal (lol doubtful) it has now been re-purposed for a new game. That game is still under development: watch this space for more information.

Hips is being partially rebooted for this game, as a result. She is being taken from approximately the beginning of 2008, after her marriage to Ramon but prior to having her kids. (Separation anxiety from Ramon is one thing; losing her kids to dimension jumping BS would break her.)

Further: Hips will not have her "special" Plaga in this reboot. She will, however, still retain her nanobots and healing factor.

I am excite.
h_hollister: (Doofy grin)
Happy birthday to me.

Birthdays in this household are going to be hard when Sammy gets older. All these presents all around the same time of year. Goodness.

...Also, my chest measurement is outrageous. 38 E. THIRTY EIGHT E. I've gone up two cups. Ridiculous.
h_hollister: (Pink)
Samuel Miguel Salazar

Born November 1st, 2008 at 5:57 PM.

12 lbs 9 oz. 22 inches long. (That must come from my side of the family, curse my large genes.)

We're both fine, he just decided he was anxious to get out here and organize his room better. Didn't like what I'd done with it at all.

Ramon's fine too, if a bit...nervous. (Apparently, the man who has superhuman strength and reflexes is afraid of dropping the baby.)

I'm friggin' exhausted, and have barely slept a wink in the last four days. But it's so so so very worth it. I am so happy I'm about to pop.

Pictures later. :3
h_hollister: (Tired)
Bleh. I don't feel good.
h_hollister: (Zombie)
One more month.

One more month.

I can make it one more month.

I don't think I mentioned this here, either. I've been bed-ridden for the last two months. Bed rest, is the polite way of putting it. Lazy sow is the not-so-polite way. Pre-eclampsia is a bitch. I'm doing everything I can to keep my blood pressure down, but it's just barely working. So, here I stay.

Samuel Miguel Salazar, you'd better arrive on time young man or I'm going to be right put out.

...He's not even born yet and already I do the "mom uses all three names as a scare tactic" thing. Awesome.
h_hollister: (Why Me God?)
Two hundred and four pounds. Fourteen stone.

.104 tons.

I can't move. I can't bloody move. I hate this. I can't even get up to go to the loo without getting winded. My arms are like summer sausages. I'm fat again. I can't stand this, I just can't.

I am never having a baby again ever. EVER.
h_hollister: (Green)
Can't sleep, hot and uncomfortable. Hormones.

I really miss smoking and drinking. :/
h_hollister: (Green film)
Yup, still pregnant. Just in case anybody was wondering.

Sorry for the radio silence, but I haven't really had much to say. Days are going by pretty quickly. Living in a castle, raising critters, dealing with live-in demons, and all sorts of things that can be categorized under 'et cetera.'

It's kinda nice, really. I never thought I'd be satisfied with a stay-at-home life, but I am.

Although I will admit I miss my friends.

I should have a baby shower.
h_hollister: (Tower)
There's so much smegging free food in the Nexus, recently.

This is not helping me keep my weight optimal, guys. So stop it. No more free food, as decreed by her Royal Highness, Castellan SeƱora Salazar. Those who disobey will be flogged.

Also, right about now I'd kill for a gallon of hot and sour soup. Goddamn that sounds GOOD. Ramon, why aren't there any Chinese delivery places by your castle? This is an oversight that must be remedied. Okay, sure, the Ganados didn't ever crave mu shu pork, but this is just silly.
h_hollister: (Close up)


Still dunnow if it's a boy or girl.
h_hollister: (Ew)
I've gained twenty pounds.

Twenty pounds.

I'm only four months along! This is horrible and not normal! I have not been eating junk, crap or McDonald's! I've been sticking to a very specific, high protein mid-level carb diet, and still I have gained twenty pounds. I go jogging. (Okay, I can't weightlift anymore but that's not a weight-loss thing.) I've even started doing baby yoga.

Twenty pounds.

:(
h_hollister: (Facepalm)
Smegging hell, I am SO pregnant. And it's not even a full four months yet. You should see my gut, man, I look like my Uncle Frank after a seventeen course meal of donuts and beer. FATTY FATTY FAT FAT FATTY.

I'm sorely tempted to start spilling horrible personal and intimate details about it, too. Just to watch you all squirm. But then I think, ohgawd, someday my son might read this and AUGH.

Okay, problem solved, I'll never teach the sprog to read. HUZZAH.

...I'm going to be the worst mother ever.

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