02 -- 03-07-1980 -- very early morning

[arithmantically]

Forgive my handwriting and any mistakes I make because I actually had Jo sneak my journal out of my purse so I could write this because I'm sure the Healers wouldn't approve

Comments

[afrobisher]

I am not going to panic, I am not going to panic, I am

Well

GODDAMMIT

sorry about the ink lizzie

[arithmantically]

I promise this won't happen to you.

There is no way both of us could be that unlucky.

[afrobisher]

You don't know that.

It could still happen.

[arithmantically]

It hurts. And the baby moves a lot. Like constantly.

And then he just decides to show up.

You would know.

[everydaybystorm]

Damn it, Jo. Liz, you should be sleeping.

[downtothefloor]

She had to say, okay?

[arithmantically]

Shh.

[secretarially]

Holy fucking shit.

You're barely pregnant, is that even possible?

[arithmantically]

Obviously.

[afrobisher]

Sam, I love you but sometimes you're an idiot.

[secretarially]

What do I know about pregnancy? You punched people, Lizzie shouted at Victor, and you both ate marmalade out of the jar. Mum ate carrots when she had Maddie. I remember that much.

[lisapodmore]

Wayne is a nice name.

[arithmantically]

Thank you.

When are you and Victor moving into the flat?

[lisapodmore]

You're welcome.

As soon as we look at the new one, I guess.

As Miles Bobbin (1974 Hufflepuff)

[greygraynpc]

Is everything all right?

[arithmantically]

They say he seems strong so far.

As Miles Bobbin

[greygraynpc]

Well I'm sure they're taking good care of both of you. I'm starting to think people who aren't killed outright can survive anything. And you'll be getting plenty of rest, eventually.

as Bridget Abercrombie

[lavendernpc]

I hope they're taking care of you too, Lizzie. Let us know if there is anything we can do.