( Sirius )

I ate two whole jars of-- I ate a whole jar of olives today.

I love having a birthday so close to Valentine's day. Because birthday means presents, and Valentine's means more presents (if you have a boyfriend/fiance/baby daddy like I do).

But birthlentine's day (or three days, whatever, I'm allowed to smoosh them together) was especially good because on the first day of birthlentine's day (starting the 12th, ending the 14th or whenever I feel like it) I got a big yellow pea coat which is the cutest and greatest thing ever because I do not look fat in it. I look pregnant, but I do not look fat, and that is a major, major difference.

On the last day of birthlentine's I received a diamond necklace from Puddlemere's Keeper, Ian Bell, who I think should be named captain. And not only of Puddlemere, but of all the teams in the league. In the world.

And I'd like to remind the giant quidditch players that I'm pregnant and you're not allowed to hurt me.






...I can't believe I'm saying this but there is definitely such a thing as too much chocolate.

Four months. Four bloody months and I'll be free of this ballooned stomach. Four months and I'll have a baby girl. Four months to pick a name. Four months to get the house completely ready because holy crap I'm not satisfied just yet. Four months and my dad'll be a grandfather. Four months and I'll have no time to do anything but feed and burp and change diapers and run around making sure she's okay and it's four months until I just have no life what-so-ever and oh God I'm going to hate it but love it and I don't know and I'm scared and this is all very sudden and shouldn't there be some kind of transition to this crap?

I'm fat. My ankles hurt. I'm hungry. I want pie. Why is there no pie?

Bah.

I quit my job today.

I don't want to work for that fucking paper anymore.

I want to do photography that matters.

Hi, how is everyone?