Gen 3- Another day in paradise: Babies 41, 42, and 43

I pulled my hair in front of my shoulders, the length was almost too long for me but it smelled like hair dye. What was I thinking? Why would I do this to my already exotic hair color? The long, red locks draped my shoulders like a cloak. I stared at it, wishfully thinking that changing things about myself could change my past and maybe even my future.

"Mom! It's snowing!" Nessie pointed to the window and laughed her sweet little laugh. Her eyes trained on the white falling from the sky. "This truly makes it Christmas now!" I laughed and picked up the girl by her waist so she could see out the window better.
Laura glanced at me from where she was sitting on the couch next to Ellie. She noticeably made a double take and then stared at me with a shocked expression. "Mom? You're hair looks great!" She smiled and stood up to join her sister looking out the window.

I looked around my house, cheer filling my heart while Christmas music filled the air. I picked Xavior up and put his feet on mine and danced around with him. He howled with laughter and so did all the other kids. Ellie and Eric both picked up one of the kids and danced around with them as well. We were all having a jolly time, laughing and singing "Jingle Bell Rock"

Peter, Brian, and Stewie took turns playing their favorite Christmas music. Although our spirits were high, I was still a little peeved. I had agreed to let 5 of the children move out of my home. Ellie and Eric were on their way anyway, but Stewie, Brian, and Peter spent from the time I brought the babies home until now begging me to let them become adults. I said no and that that was the end of it but they kept asking. And asking. I finally agreed when the tears started but they didn't realize how much they were hurting me by wanting to leave early.

I was left alone with 3 children and 5 toddlers, no teenagers to help me out when I may need it. So I vowed to myself that these children would not be alone as long as I could help it. I wouldn't impose on anyone to take care of them besides myself. I phoned Spencer that night and he agreed to come over to my house and we'd continue the challenge.

He came over with all the stuff he needed and we got it done the quickest we could. He's all too used to my strange requests these days and goes all out to fulfill them. I asked him if he would sit down with me for some coffee after we were done. He accepted but seemed a little hesitant. I was planning on finally opening up to him for real. I wanted a change in my life and he was sitting right there.

My heart was beating a mile a minute as Spencer sat next to me in my apartment, his coffee in his hand. He brought it up to his mouth and I stared at it.
"Spencer, Iwannagooutwithyou."
"What?" He sat the coffee on the table and stared back at me. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat. "I want to go out with you."
His eyebrow raised and a smile formed on his lips. "Sorry, you're too late."
"What?"
"Do you know how many times I asked you to go on a date with me? Lots. I gave up. I'm in a relationship."

My heart crumbled.
I gaped at him stupidly with my mouth hanging open. I could tell that he was slightly enjoying the way I was acting by the way he was looking at me. Staring at me as if he was studying my behavior.
"Why now?" He asked, my eyes shooting up to meet his. "Why not when I asked? Is it all on your terms?"
"N-No..." he stared straight into my eyes, his burning golden. "I just...needed change."
"So that explains the hair then too."
This set me off. I stood up and shoved my chair in. In a fit, I walked into my room and slammed the door.

Spencer must have left about 2 minutes after I stormed off because when I came back out not 10 minutes later, his coffee was sitting on the table, still steaming. But he was nowhere in sight.I picked up his cup, sat it in the sink and turned on the tap. It filled with water and I shoved the rest of my dinner into the fridge.
My five babies were playing with each other on the floor in the living room where I joined them. They squealed "Mommy!" And jumped all over me, knocking me to the floor. I wrapped my arms around each of them, telling my babies how much I loved them.

Around 10:30, all of the kids were falling over themselves with exhaustion. And as I was getting each of them ready for bed, Aphrodite called me and freaked out the second she heard my voice say hello.
"OMGANDEIHAVETHEBESTNEWS!" She screamed and I pushed the phone away from my face.
"Calm down!"  I whispered back "The kids are in bed."
"ANDE I'M PREGNANT!" Once again my heart fell out of my chest. Aph was excited that she was holding a baby inside of her stomach and that was an every day thing for me. 
"Aph! I'm excited for you!" I said in the most cheerful voice that I could muster but there was nothing about this that made me any happier then I already was, just depressed about my own miserable life.

She went on and on to explain that she's been doing all this shopping and hadn't had any time to even pick up phone or stop by. She told me she  was about 9 weeks into it and was elated. I pushed through the conversation as well as I could.

The rest of my pregnancy dragged while wishing that I had a happy life that I could be proud of. My kids were the only thing that gave me any joy. Aph wasn't helping with her constant gush over how happy she was with her life and her husband and  her baby on the way. It made me think about my entire challenge. All of these children grew up without a father.

It was a short 3 days before my water broke and I went into labor. It was an easy labor and born to me that night were 3 little girls. I named them Jane, Cecilia, and Desmia.

I'm really sorry this post was so short but I have been really busy lately with school. I hope to have a few more posts out this month, hopefully 2 or 3. Really sorry for the long wait! I love all of you and please leave your feedback in the comments section.