Madame Pomfrey says my pregnancy is coming along quite nicely, given that I'm a human about to give birth to a mermaid (yes, it's going to be a girl. I didn't want her to tell me, since the child's going to be adopted and it's probably better that way, but she told me without asking if I wanted to know, the biddy). She says I need to be careful though, because a merbaby kicks quite harder than a human baby. Which makes sense; they have to develop those tails...
I just wish this wasn't affecting my classes so much. Professor Snape has been quite kind in allowing me to come down for private lessons whenever's convenient, and History of Magic is so easy to attend that even when I'm feeling sick or whatever I go to it, but I worry that I'm falling behind in Transfiguration, which I'm no good at even on the best of days. Perhaps I'll ask someone to give me a hand. I just don't seem to be able to get the Inaimatus Conjurus spell. And I've got OWLs this year too, and I've no idea what I want to do, and I'm fucking pregnant and sometimes I just get so upset that I think I want to throw myself in the lake!
...er. Sorry. Hormones talking again. I most assuredly do not want to throw myself in the lake. It's really really cold out there. Poor Professor Snape.
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