I am a wolf in sheep's clothing...
on april fourtheenth
dear journal,Today was another day of mood swings and morning sickness. And hating Annie's tea. Bloody hell, I don't know what it is, but lately the smell of tea makes me want to puke my guts out. George gets a kick out of it. Says we should use it as an escuse to get Annie to make less tea. Or stop all togehter. But I couldn't do that. Not to Annie. She loves making tea. It's her thing. Her 'I'm dead, and stuck in my ways' thing. Maybe I just don't want to upset her. Or maybe I'm too tired to hear the arguing.
Tomorrow I have another sonogram. And I don't want to go. The doctor almost shat a cat the last time I went and he saw how big the baby was. Said it's waaay too big to be fourteen weeks. He said I look more like I'm twenty weeks. Maybe more. He can't tell. And George and I are running out of excuses. We still don't know what it is though. Every time we try to check, the baby moves. Like it wants to keep us in the dark. Which of course drives me nuts, since I already want to get started on picking a name and setting up the baby room... if only to get something to distract George.
Bloody hell. What am I going to do about George? He's been so off lately. Not his usual self. And I'm finding it harder to keep a calm face. I think it's the wolf. Mine has been jumpy lately. More... instinctive. I used to think it was the pregnancy hormones at work, but now I don't think so. George has been getting it too. Which scare both me and Annie. I wish I could talk to Mitch... but the bastard is never around. Always out. Always grim, dark, and mysterious. So... Mitch.
Well that's all for now. Got to get dinner ready. Lord, I sound like such a git. Anyways, I leave you diary with this latest photo.
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