Marisa moves her feet in her sleep like she's dreaming about running the New York City marathon.
This morning my wife was sick of it all, sick of having this huge belly, sick of having to pee every five seconds, sick of the back pain and the headaches and the everything that comes with having a baby. So we tried everything. We tried tricking the baby to come out. We tried enticing the baby to come out. Marisa yelled at it, telling the baby to come out here and kick her ass. Then finally I chimed it. "If you want the baby out, I could always do you." My wife agreed and Marisa looked after Emerald. Natasha and I went into our bedroom and I told my wife to drop 'em.
We did it and now my wife is alseep. No baby. Just sleep. And Emerald and Marisa are playing with Barbie dolls and My Little Ponies in Emerald's room.
Marisa just woke up about an hour ago. She's wearing a long nightshirt of Natasha's and I assume some panties. No pants. That's so fucking hot.
But no baby yet. We'll see if the baby comes out after a day of hardcore sex, though. Stay tuned ...