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Detective Alex Eames
28 August 2011 @ 08:35 pm
We had Ellie's third birthday party this weekend. I can't believe my baby is no longer a baby!

My birthday was uneventful, which is how I like it.

And we found out that we're having another baby girl. When we explained to Ellie that she was having a little sister, she began to hide all her toys under her bed. At least her room is tidy...
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Detective Alex Eames
31 July 2011 @ 09:53 pm
I don't know how (or if I even should) tell my almost-3-year old daughter that her Nana has gone to heaven. I'm not sure how to make it so she would understand...


It still hasn't really sunk in for me either.
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Detective Alex Eames
15 July 2011 @ 11:20 pm
(Set for last Sunday - 10th July)

The original plan for their anniversary had been a 'date night'. It hadn't been her idea and it hadn't really been his, but somehow this date night had become part of their plans to celebrate their first year of marriage. Sadly it was something that never got to happen, but not for lack of trying. They had arranged for her brother to take Ellie for the night, had managed to avoid being called into work, and Alex had even squeezed herself into the only dress she could find that she could fit into. But they never made it out the front door.

Most of the milestone events in their relationship had a tendancy to just pass by without any fanfare at all. Not that she wanted fireworks or anything, but Alex had really wanted to do something, anything to celebrate this time, and had spent most of the week looking forward to it. Now she was disappointed to be lying down on the couch after a dizzy spell and the return of morning-sickness-that-hits-in-the-evening before they had even made it out the front door. There was no way she would want to sit in a crowded restaurant or touch food right now.

It was frustrating to feel like this but they'd worked so hard to get here, she would never forget that. This had all started out so simple - a discussion or several, conversations with others and then an eventual quick decision to see what would happen if they did. She knew that neither of them had really expected it to go on for as long as it had, or that it would have been as painful as it had been at times. But it had been difficult and sometimes it still was, which she hadn't expected either. They had never expected that 'agreeing to try' would move on to using ovulation tests, worrying about what might not happen and avoiding any deep conversation about it--they had never expected it to be something that took the better part of a year. When she thought about it, it still made her feel anxious.

That feeling sometimes made her want to pinch herself and check to see if she really was having this baby.

Alex opened her eyes when she felt the seat of the couch move, preventing her from thinking more about it. She saw David sitting there with an amused expression on her face. "You can't really find this funny." She stared at him, vaguely wondering if she could kill him for that and have a good defense.

"Nah." He shook his head. "You kidding? We lost a reservation I'd worked hard to get."
"It's not hard to dial a phone number." She rolled her eyes.
He smirked. "If you didn't want to go out, you could have picked a less dramatic way to get out of it. There was no need to faint on me."
She gave him what she hoped was a cross look before looking back up at the ceiling with a smirk. "I'll remember for next time." She shook her head. "And I didn't faint. I was light-headed at best, and I feel better now."

He gave her a smile, having genuinely been concerned for her. "Yeah?" He held out a hand to help her sit back up. He had called her doctor already, but that had just been a precaution - they both knew it was just anemia and he didn't want to seem like one of those fretting husbands he always mocked, so he had mostly just made jokes. She took his hand with a smile and slowly sat back up. "Might as well go pick up Ellie from your brother..." David started, trying not to sound anything like disappointed.
Alex shrugged. "Why? She's probably having fun and just because we're not going out..." She trailed off and he smirked.

"So... movie night?" He asked, gesturing to the pathetic mini-pile of DVDs.
"Nothing to do with cowboys, disasters or aliens." Alex leaned back and gave him a serious look as David stared at his DVDs that mostly starred the items scratched off the list. As much as she wanted to do something more fun than watching a movie, she knew it was probably better this way -- the baby was worth it -- and it wasn't a bad first anniversary when she considered how lucky they were to not have been called into work. Curling up with David was always a good thing - she knew that she would fall asleep on him and he'd be happy to sit with a beer and the TV.

One more milestone rolled by with nothing more than a nod and it was perfect.
Detective Alex Eames
27 June 2011 @ 05:33 pm
Almost brought up my breakfast on a suspect this morning during interrogation. I've never been so relieved to hear a confession - it meant I could get out of there before I actually was sick. Not my finest moment, that's for sure. I'm hoping that it's not as bad tomorrow because I'm due in court for cross-examination at 9AM - I don't think it will benefit the case if I'm looking green on the stand.

Yeah. This baby is completely kicking my ass. I'm sure staying at work past midnight several days in a row hasn't really helped. But physically, this pregnancy is the hardest so far. Everything is fine though, since we just had a check-up and he-or-she is healthy.

I just took Ellie to her first dance class. It was fun for her, interesting for me. Since it was her first time, there's a lot of babbling in my ear right now. Even in the car ride home, she kept singing--and talking--with more singing. One of the other parents there was such... a treat. This woman was telling me about how she had just *known* her baby would be a professional dancer because of all the movement in the womb. Oh, please, give me a break.
I'm just glad it was me who went with Ellie, and not David...
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Detective Alex Eames
10 June 2011 @ 10:55 pm
Simmons can bite me, that geeky blabbermouth.
Actually, the man is pretty sharp, he could be a detective (that's probably a joke)... He just could never work with anything Top Secret. You can all stop sending me hints that you know, or congratulatory emails, or random phone calls to tell me I'm knocked up - I'm pregnant. It's out.

Saved me the hassle of telling anyone and keeping a straight face anyway.
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Detective Alex Eames
29 May 2011 @ 04:55 pm
Giving press statements and "looking after" MCS and the mess while Ross is away was not quite how I expected my weekend to go.

But in a weird, whacky way it hasn't been that bad and I *may* have enjoyed it. I don't mean it was fun or anything, but I enjoyed the change. I wasn't allowed to let the press print hand gestures though...
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