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Feb 24, 2007 12:23

Jane was beginning to think that she would be full of strange and odd sensations for the whole of her pregnancy, if each week were to be proof of the matter. She seemed to be eating without care anymore, her Mama no longer smacking her wrist when she dared go for seconds. As a result, she had gained weight -- first about her hips, and then about her chest, and now it seemed in general. She had compensated with new clothes of darker colours and she had tried to increase her daily walk time.

Jane was lounging in the main room, surrounded by papers and fabrics, recipes and all the plannings of a new ball. It would be held for Stuart's birthday, to be sure, and she would make it hard to forget.

Jane did love to plan such a thing, especially now that she had experience with it. She sat upon the sofa, idly rubbing at her sore calves and ankles, murmuring aloud a recipe for a cake. "And one must set to chill..." she mumbled aloud, wondering if this pain too in her legs was bound to go away. Perhaps her daily walks had grown too long.

One thing she did know. She must begin spreading news of the ball with haste, for it would be the last occasion, she felt, before she began to show and was incapable of doing such a thing.

Plans must be made, Jane knew, and she did require help for that.

ysandre de la courcel, susan pevensie, guy burgess, the doctor, veronica mars, jane lipton

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