Two trimesters, over. I can't believe it. Alured's getting so big now, and they say he can recognize my voice, and Mortimer's. I hope Sasha's, too.
I wish we had room to put in a birthing tub. I don't want to go to a hospital.
Eeee! He sort-of sang for me. And how many girls can say that? About this one, I mean
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