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Less than a month to go until I'm a Mother. I feel so enormous, really, I haven't seen my feet while standing up in forever. I've been reduced to wearing sneakers, sneakers! I feel like a frump, maternity wear is not exactly the most fashionable of clothing. I just want to curl up in a ball and sleep the rest of this off, but I can't even curl into a ball! I can't possibly get any bigger than this, really. Thank Dio we've moved downstairs, I couldn't handle going up and down those stairs like this.
Only a month until little Mathieu gets out of my stomach and into my arms. I can't bear to think of how painful it's going to be, I'm insanely huge. I can't wait, I want my old body back. I want to be able to smoke a cigarette, oh Dio. Cigarettes. That's the first thing I want after giving birth.
I had to get a new scroll, I dropped my old one in the Seine while food shopping.
I hope everyone is having a good holiday, I'm being spoilt rotten by Gerard. He's going to fatten me up something horrid, I can tell. Are you and him conspiring against me, Abime? I bet this is some evil plot to fatten me up to the point where I can't move and then you'll both run off to Pigalle and I won't be able to run after you.
Not that I could run after you anyway, I can't see my feet.
I hear you're going to work with Zahi Hawass in Morocco, say hello to him for me. The man's a legend.