And so it begins.
At least Charlie is handling it better, since there's basically a 90% chance that the baby is his. And just when Willy and I started working things out, too. 10% chance it's Willy's, but that is about as good as zero. I feel very void for some reason, and I want to cry. It must be hormones, but I don't know. I think I really upset Willy, but then perhaps I love Charlie. I mean, I do love him, but I love Willy differently. I just don't know. The fact of the matter is, a baby is more or less a sign that I have to stop causing even an unspoken rivalry between brothers.
I am going to have a girl. I know this, simply because I do. Back when my mum was normal, she used to tell me that right from the moment I was concieved, she just knew I was a girl. And then, she could have sworn that the doctor said I was a boy, and she sat-up and said, "No! It's a girl!". And the doctor said, "That is what I said". I think I'm going to name her Lily.
I miss Mum. I think I'll write her and let her know. She certainly won't tell Daddy.
-Veruca.
I am going to have a girl. I know this, simply because I do. Back when my mum was normal, she used to tell me that right from the moment I was concieved, she just knew I was a girl. And then, she could have sworn that the doctor said I was a boy, and she sat-up and said, "No! It's a girl!". And the doctor said, "That is what I said". I think I'm going to name her Lily.
I miss Mum. I think I'll write her and let her know. She certainly won't tell Daddy.
-Veruca.