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Thursday, August 13th, 2009
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10:56 pm
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Hello crying jag. Does anyone want to bring me ice cream?
current music: Here I Am - David Morales.
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| Wednesday, August 12th, 2009
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11:31 am
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I've swept about a dozen of these little bits of paper off the shop stoop this morning. Unless you're cleaning it up, paper maker, knock it off. Apples. Honestly.
I'm hungry.
current mood:  cranky
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| Wednesday, August 5th, 2009
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9:05 pm
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[Private]
Fuck, I have never wanted sex more in my life. I wonder if Michael is single. He said if I needed anything to owl him. Maybe that's too far? Though he did do it before. Hmm. Interesting. Must owl him.
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The four month mark came and went. Two weeks to my next check-up. I feel so much better than I did. I hardly ever get sick now, it's mostly certain smells that set me off. I'm ridiculously underprepared. I need to make a nursery in the house, I need to sign up for a birthing class. Too much. I think I'm going to have some cookies and mint tea and take a nice bath.
I'm finally excited about this.
( Gratuitous bump pic. )
Ange, would you like to go shopping with me sometime? My baby boy needs...everything. And I miss you!
current music: Breathless - The Corrs
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| Sunday, July 5th, 2009
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1:08 am
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[Private]
Twelve weeks tomorrow, according to Dr. Jameson. Everyone is healthy and I've been advised to gain a little weight. But I could barely eat for all the throwing up. Pregnancy sucks.
Though I did get to see him. Him. A boy. I'll have a son in six months. It's so strange. I'm going to be a mother. A mum. Seeing that little alien baby on the screen sort of cemented it, made the whole thing tangible. A son will be here for me to take care of, it's scary but I hope I'll be able to handle it. I suppose I have no choice in the matter.
It was nice that Renata and Angelina went with me. I don't know that I could have made myself go into that office without them there. I know I won't be doing this completely alone but I wish--this had been under different circumstances. That my son would have a Dad. And not just some masked sperm donor.
I want to know who it is for his sake, but I'm afraid of the person. What if it's a married man? What if it's some Death Eater sympathizer? What if it's someone who decides that they would be better for my son than myself?
They're all possibilities. It terrifies me more than the thought of doing this alone. That after everything, he could be taken away.
God, I've got to stop before I start crying harder. I want some lavender tea and maybe some cookies. And a bath.
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current music: Borrowed Time -- Leahy
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| Tuesday, June 30th, 2009
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4:00 pm
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[Private, Ren and Ange can break]
Called the doctor. Got an appointment on Friday. 2:30pm. You guys can make it?
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10:18 am
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My name is Aveline. And I hate everything with a penis.
This headache won't go away. Is anyone looking for a job? I pay well. I just need someone to look after the shop in the afternoon.
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| Thursday, June 25th, 2009
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8:13 pm
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I'm tired. My pants are getting the tiniest bit snug. I am so not pleased. Thank god for my giant collection of dresses. I have to be careful what dresses I wear though, because sometimes they make me look super short. Why couldn't I have Ren's legs?
I really need to go see the doctor. I broke down and told Ren on Saturday. At least someone close to me knows. It feels nice to not carry that around myself. Of course, I have no idea who put this thing in me. I should know for it's sake, but I don't want to either. God, why didn't I just say no to that dance?
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Strawberries are almost out of season. Tayberries too. I'm making strawberry cream filled milk chocolates and dark chocolate dipped tayberries as my specials this week. Maybe even some sort of ice or ice cream. Hmm. This is making me hungry. What time is it?
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| Sunday, June 21st, 2009
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10:37 pm
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Cade Fucking Warrington Fucking Knows.
I feel like I've been hit by a bus. The gala, as expected, was lame. But Ren's back so that's the one good thing about that night. She showed up.
I so can't concentrate on this thing. Going back to bed.
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| Thursday, June 18th, 2009
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9:03 pm
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