It isn't! AIM is SOOOO much better than MSN. Trust me. ;)
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It isn't! AIM is SOOOO much better than MSN. Trust me. ;)
Bump!
Kels and Heather... you STILL need to get AIM!
i tried asking my dad if i could get AIM... he doesnt want me to put it on my computer AT ALL.... he says its crap and he says it can put viruses on your computer..
I'll keep trying though!
Bump! I'm REALLY writing right now!
Seeing is believing! LOL!!;)
Willie:)
that's what my mom said. but everyone at my schol has aim so i put it on the other computer. but i hate using that one becuase it's realy slow and my dad put some kind of crazy-way-out of control-parental-protection-thingie on there that closes the window if there's even one curse word on it. plus it's always really cold down there. :rolleyes:Quote:
Originally posted by Tweety_Pie
i tried asking my dad if i could get AIM... he doesnt want me to put it on my computer AT ALL.... he says its crap and he says it can put viruses on your computer..
I'll keep trying though!
I'm still here too!:D C'mon Meg, and write some more for us all;)
Ahh, I have AIM, it's good! Haha, I love it
Ok, I'm here!
My five month check-up was today and I was getting very excited. Today they were going to tell us the sexes of the babies. Graham hoped for at least one baby boy, and me on the other hand hoped for all girls.
The doctor welcomed us with a handshake and I layed down on the cold examination table. He pulled out the machine and I waited anxiously. Graham was pacing around the room wringing his hands.
“Well, here’s Baby A, Baby B is on the bottom and Baby C is over on the far left.” He looked at the screen a little closer and I held my breath.
“It looks like you have…” he began. He looked close again. Graham had stopped pacing and was staring blankly at the screen.
“It looks like you have…” he began. He looked close again. Graham had stopped pacing and was staring blankly at the screen.
“Ok. Baby A is a girl.” He said. I closed my eyes and smiled. Graham even smiled.
“Baby B is also a girl.” He said. I clenched my fists and held back another huge grin. Graham was looking very hopeless.
“Baby C is also a girl.” He said, acting surprised. Graham smiled anyway, coming to hug me.
“I take that back, Baby C is a boy!” he cried, shaking hands with Graham. Graham just stood there and stared at the monitor.
“A boy?” he asked, quietly.
“A boy, Graham! Your baby boy!” I cried to him, holding my arms out so he could hug me.
:eek: BABIES!!!!:D MoRe MeG!;)
*Wipes forehead*
I used to read this, all the time!! Then i forgot, and fell *VERY* behind, and the last time i read was when Graham gave her the dress for the wedding.. :o
I just read all the way up!! :D :D VERYYY good! How about an update to celebrate me coming back?! :p
more, more,more!!
This is the first time I've seen this thread, I don't venture over to the General section very often, and I just want to say that this story is wonderful! I LOVE IT! I sat here and read the whole entire thing without getting up to do anything else!
Moreeeee please!! :)
:D
Sends subliminal thoughts to you to name the baby Haylee or Alexis.. ;)
Wow! Glad you like it so much!
yay!! baby sexes!! *whispers....name the baby boy rex*:p
Alright... I am making a new poll to decide the last girl's name. So far Dayna and I have chosen... Ashton and Ellie... we need one more girl name. I'm off to make the poll!
Christina! I love that name! (it`s mine!!:D)
I'm back! Writing too!
We got home and Graham was trying to think of the perfect baby name for his little
boy.
“I like the name Adrian.” I said, looking through a baby name book.
“I like Ashton.” he said, smiling.
“Oh, that’s a cute name.” I said. I pulled myself off the couch and went to start
supper. Then the phone rang. My heart started racing as I looked at the Caller ID. It
was the hospital.
“Graham, it’s the hospital.” I said, my voice shaking. I slowly picked up, after
the third ring or so.
“H-hello?” I said.
“Mrs. Koplin? This is Doctor Sanchez at the St. Josephine hospital. We have
a patient here by the name of Gregory Young? Is this your father?” she asked.
“Yes, yes, that’s him. What’s wrong?” I asked, growing scared.
“Your father was in an accident this evening. Would you like to come down
and see him?” she said.
“Yes, can you tell me what’s wrong?” I asked.
You must be pure evil... you leave me hanging at THAT?;)
More, more, more, more!!!!!
Come on now!!!!!!! Don't leave us hanging!!!
Moreeee! :D
“Well Ma’am, we like our family to come see rather than tell over the phone.” she
said patiently.
“Okay, thank you.” I said and hung up the phone.
“Graham, we gotta go.” I said, turning off the oven and throwing the partially
finished casserole into the garbage.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, grabbing my arm. My face was all red from
holding back tears.
“My dad.” I said, then grabbed my jacket and stormed out the door.
MORE STORY!!!
I got in the car and a few seconds later Graham came. I sped down the driveway
and we left.
We arrived at the hospital about ten minutes later.
“Gregory Young’s room, please.” I asked impatiently.
“Room 230.” the nurse said. We ran to the elevator and I pounded on the
second floor button. I leaned against the wall of the elevator and clenched my fists in
anger. Why was all this happening to me all at once?
We reached the second floor and I started a sprint down the hallway. I found
room 230 and peered inside.
I saw my dad lying motionless on the bed. There were more tubes than I had
imagined, and my eyes started to well up with tears.
“Is he concious?” I asked, my mother, without looking at her.
“Yes, he can speak a little.” she replied between sobs.
“Dad?” I asked, beginning to cry. I wrapped my fingers in his as he opened
his eyes.
“My baby girl.” he whispered, in a very quiet, monotone voice.
“It’s okay dad, it’s okay. I’m right here.” I replied, trying to calm him. His eyes
glanced down at my belly and he quickly closed his eyes.
“Grandkids.” he managed to sputter. I broke down completely when he said
that one word, knowing he would never see his grandkids.
“Right here, Daddy.” I said, pointing too my belly. I took his hand and placed it
on my stomach. The babies kicked, and my dad closed his eyes again. The heart
rate monitor slowed to a stop, and I knew my dad was gone forever.
:eek: :( more!!
Ooohhh... goosebumps. Pelase, continue....
Ohhhh, Megan that is so sad. That made me think of when my dad died. I wasn't pregnant, but my dad took my hand like that a month before he died, and squeezed my hand. I have never forgot that feeling.
Please, more story!
Willie
Aw Willie thats sad:( Im sorry about your dad:( MORE STORY!!
Aww, I'm so sorry. :(Quote:
Originally posted by trayi52
Ohhhh, Megan that is so sad. That made me think of when my dad died. I wasn't pregnant, but my dad took my hand like that a month before he died, and squeezed my hand. I have never forgot that feeling.
Please, more story!
Willie
MOREE!
Willy-- :( Im sorry, That must have been so hard. :(
Wow! Didn't know it was that sad!
Start writing, I love your story. Just shows how good it is! See your writing is so good that people can identify with it. I love that! It is wonderful, so you write some more. Its nice to be reminded of my dad. Okay?
Love ya!
Willie:)
I went out into the hallway to avoid being confronted by my mother. I sobbed
into Graham’s shoulder as he rubbed my back, trying to unsuccessfully calm me.
After ten minutes of constant crying, I finally stopped; red eyed and tired and we
went back home.
Graham drove home, because I was still in shock of what had just happened.
My father would never see his grandkids, and it was all because of a drunk driver.
Graham had talked to my mother and she said he was driving and a drunk driver
going the wrong way on the wrong side of the street hit him head on. The worst part
is, he was driving to come see me and so he could find out about the triplets.
more!!
MORE!
More! More! More!:)
OK OK OK! I'm typing!
*types really fast*
Can you type faster?Quote:
Originally posted by ILoveMyAbbyGirl
OK OK OK! I'm typing!
*types really fast*
Please?:D
I got home and sat on the couch. I stared blankly at the TV that wasn’t turned
on.
“Are you gonna be okay, Kers?” Graham asked, sitting next to me and
kissing my forehead.
“I don’t know.” I replied in an almost silent whisper.
“Your mom seemed sad that you didn’t talk to her.” he said, turning to face
me.
“I don’t care.” I said. “She doesn’t want anything to do with my kids, I don’t
want anything to do with her.”
“Kersey, I really wish you would talk to her.” Graham said, putting his hand on
my knee. I didn’t say anything.
“Let’s just order a pizza tonight, how’s that sound?” he asked. I nodded.
It’s been a few months since my father’s passing. It has had a huge effect on
me, and I went to a family therapist the first month and a half after. Now, being 8
months pregnant, the doctor told me I need to spend the last couple weeks relaxing,
and not being so stressed out. She put me on a depression medication that I have
had to take everyday for the past two months.
The baby room was coming to a finish. We had three cribs, stocked up on
diapers, and every necessity a baby would possibly need. We were fully aware that
these kids could come any day now.
The phone rang and I reluctantly picked it up.
“Hello?” I said into the phone.
“Hi, it’s mom.” the voice said. I rolled my eyes.
“What?” I said sarcastically.
“I just want you to know I love you.” she said.
“It sure doesn’t seem like it.”
“Well I’m your mother, I do care.” she said. I could tell she was holding back
tears.
“Please call me when you go into labor.” she whispered and hung up.