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posted on the 24th of April
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( Private to Self [Alexander can read]: )
Apparently someone has failed to catch the memo that dark marks have long gone out of style. That aside, from a political standpoint, it's even more ridiculous than vandalising that shop. Your point has not been made, because now no one is even going to bother in an attempt to listen, and you've only made it harder for those with valid concerns and opinions.
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posted on the 1st of April
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Private to Self:
I am not worried. I'm not. Not in the slightest. And I will keep telling myself this for the next six months or so. On the bright side, however, I've found I'm no longer fond of pumpkin juice. Thank Merlin for that blessing as I was starting to think that perhaps my taste had taken a decline in the past couple of years.
...I can't help wondering, however. It's been two years. Surely it's sunk in to Nonna by now that I have no plans or desire to be married to anyone else but Alexander. And surely she knows that we are married now, as I know my mother told her. And does she really trust that someone else can do as well with the De Luca name as myself? Maybe... Alexander would not be happy with me for thinking this but
Maybe if she knew I was pregnant... perhaps she'd give up on this attempt to disown me as it clearly won't last forever. I know it won't.
Private to Alexander:
I have been thinking on colours for the nursery. It would be foolish to go with the typical pink or blue, especially as we do not know the gender as of yet. Besides, it's so limiting to assume that it matters in the long run, isn't it? As if certain colours are only for boys, and others for girls. Maybe white instead, then as I wouldn't want to force them into liking a specific colour, or perhaps something not white but neutral in some way with furniture to match? I think I will pick up a few swatches tomorrow.
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posted on the 14th of March
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Private to Self:
All right. I wasn't able to tell Alexander the other night. It was just... how exactly does a person announce something such as that? Do you ease into it? Or do you just start with a "guess what?" and dive right on in? Is it something I should just let out over dinner, or is it one of those things where I need to go into it with the obvious intent to discuss something quite important?
And... children. This is the start of having children. What if I happen to be completely horrid at this entire thing and both the child and Alexander resent me for it?
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posted on the 8th of March
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Private to Self:
Well.
That settles it, doesn't it?
Private to Alexander:
I was thinking, during my lunch break, that it would be nice to have dinner at home. I might even cook myself. Of course I only know one dish but How would that sound to you?
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posted on the 27th of February
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The Witches and Wizards For Family Fun could have possibly had a point if they knew how to get their point across better. This is an obvious example in being unable to speak ones' mind without losing credibility. Of course, as Diane Fang said, no one will actually remember this happened next week. Not even the W&WFFF themselves.
Private to Self:
Perhaps Alexander had reason to question my health. I won't tell him that, however, as I'd like to keep my pride. The point is, however, that I spent my lunch break in the bookstore down the street from the WWN offices and I skimmed enough that I realised there is a very good chance that I could actually be pregnant.
And while I am absolutely glad about the prospect of having a child with Alexander... I'm not so sure how I feel on the idea of it happening now. I still have yet to be exactly where I want to be within the WWN, and having a child will delay my progress by several months. I have no idea what I should do, or how I should feel. But I'll have to find out for certain first. Everything else will come after that.
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posted on the 17th of February
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Sometimes I feel as if everyone within the WWN is competing to win the award for the largest idiot, and it's a very close race. This week, especially.
Private to Self:
I decided to stop by my father's office in Hogsmeade during my lunch hour and unfortunately ran into my mother instead. The fact that she assumed that I had left Alexander and was "crawling back to the family" says more than enough about how that conversation went.
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