It's been a while, hasn't it? Yes, I apologize for that. I never have been good at keeping journals. I've been quite busy though, and that's something. Usually it's the same. Wake up, go for a run, and deal with North all day. No, in fact, it's the opposite. Francis and I are planning our wedding for April, hopefully after the baby comes, but we aren't sure. If not, oh well. It's not like a baby bump is going to ruin the mood.
Despite working to be as healthy as I can, I still find my legs collapsing at the most random times. Sometimes while working, and sometimes while I'm sitting here writing I can feel them trembling. It's all right, though. I can deal with this.
Francis and I went baby clothes shopping the other day. I managed to limit him to only one flashy outfit! It was awful for him, but good for me. After all, babies can't just look like dolls all the time. They're babies. They aren't perfect. I'll end up laughing if this fancy outfit gets soiled.
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Amara's Diary
RandomDon't expect this to be filled with a giggling girl talking about crushes. Or rather, like Prussia's diary. Property of Amara F. Jones.
