When she walks in the door, she knows ( Read more... )

If she can rouse herself from bed in time, Gwen prefers early mornings in the Compound, before the daily surge of residents clomp in for bathing and breakfast. More now than before, she cherishes that quiet time, and likes to take really long, hot showers and spend entirely too long gazing at her growing waistline. In the second trimester, she's ( Read more... )

The pain's not lessening any, nor becoming any easier to manage as far as Gwen can tell. Sleep's still the order of the day, but while her bouts of consciousness are short, she's much more coherent today than the day before. Speaking's easier because she's learned what causes more pain and what doesn't. Sometimes Peter is there when she comes to ( Read more... )

( Canon puncture ahoy! )