*can so survive two months without sex*

*is so not sad because of a lack of Fingolfinsex*

*takes a walk*

*realizes her husband is going to be gone for two months*

>.<

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*has been taking care of the baby, omg*

*is sort of remembering why she only had one kid before*

*sleep? what sleep?*

Um.

Turgon?

*ponders thi ngs*

*stupid fucking mun*

*feels something* :O Turgon!!

*notices her clothes are getting tighter*

:D :D :D :D

*wonders if all her old maternity clothes still exist*

*goes for a walk*

*unintentionally walks towards the house of Fingolfin*

*vaguely wonders if she needs therapy or something*

:O

*feels nauseated*

*emptying of stomach*

>.< Dammit.

*feels that funny feeling again*

*realizes the last time she felt it*

Um, Turgon, can I talk to you? *smiles nervously*

*takes a walk*

*remembers her first trip to Tirion*

*fairly close to hating herself*