Lily Evans Potter

With this dragon pox going around and the looming possibilities of what could happen with it, it almost doesn't seem appropriate to decorate for Christmas this year. Though, at the same time...it's also Harry's first Christmas and it wouldn't seem right to deny him a proper Christmas tree and a stocking - to say the least.

Private to Severus:
Can I ask for your opinion about something?

Oh yes, we muggles are going to burn perfectly innocent witches and wizards to nothing but ash. We're going to pluck out all your hair and paint your toes a bright yellow. We're also going to douse you in garlic and hold up crosses to you to keep you away.

Honestly, get a bloody grip and use some common sense for once in your lives! What The Daily Prophet said is a load of mush. Those things they wrote about happened centuries ago and were done by people who were extremely religious and who were frightened by the existence of magic (which, based on their religion) was satanic. They didn't know any better (just like most of YOU don't know any better when it comes to muggles and what they're like!). So the moral here? Don't believe everything you read or hear about muggles because it's often exaggerated.

Now move on and worry about more important things.

Private to herself
Another nightmare last night about something happening to both James and Harry. Every time, it's the same - I can't stop what's happening; I can't find the cure for what they're dying of. It leaves me feeling helpless and drained. This war and...everything else that is going on - it's starting to take a toll. But it's worth it, I think. It's worth making sure that Harry grows up in a world that's safe and tolerant.

I just wish the nightmares would stop.


Private to Severus:
You wouldn't happen to have 4 Valerian sprigs and 2 extra sprigs of Lavender, would you?

There's now a case of Dragon Pox closer to home. This is really becoming worrisome now.

Private to Friends and James:
Harry is easily susceptible to this since he's so young. I'm beginning to wonder if we should take him somewhere safer - for the sake of precaution.

Harry has a check-up tomorrow to see how he's doing and how much he's growing. I'm not a mediwitch, a Healer, or a Doctor, but I definitely know he's grown a lot! He's several pounds heavier now and is definitely a bit longer than he was nearly two months ago.

Two months...I can barely believe that it's already been that long. It only seems like yesterday when I was holding him in my arms for the first time.

Hexed to James Potter:
The full moon is Saturday. Do you think Remus would be offended or a little put off if I sent him some chocolate and a few other things to keep his spirits up before and after the full moon? I hate that- I hate that he has to suffer through that.

Our little one is a month old today! It's hard to believe that it's already been that long. But...oh, how each day has been positively precious. Watching him in his crib, watching those little eyes of his look so inquisitive already, and watching him discover new things every day... I could sit for hours watching him and not get bored.

I couldn't be happier than I am right now. Not with my baby boy, my amazingly wonderful husband, my loving family, and my friends who have been there to help us. I love you all.

Private to Harry - James can see and respond:
I love you too.

Private to Friends - Severus included:
It's time.

Private to Herself:
Harry was right - it's happening today. I've had almost nine months to prepare for this, but why am I so scared? What's going to happen to Harry when the baby's born?

Private to Severus:
Would you like to come over and visit today or tomorrow? It won't be too long before the baby's born. I'd like to spend some time with you before that happens and I get a little more busy. I'll understand if you can't, though.

Once again, it's the early hours of the morning and I can't sleep. This time, the baby isn't keeping me up, but both the heat and food cravings are. Cooling charms are fantastic, but even they have their limitations. Especially when hormones are involved. And oh, what I would give for a bowl of chocolate ans strawberry ice cream with cherries, caramel sauce, nuts, and sprinkles on top. A cheeseburger with chips also sounds good, but I sincerely doubt that there's a shop open at this hour. Otherwise, I'd wake James up in a heartbeat.

Private to Severus:
I realise that I completely forgot to tell you how the potions did. I'm sorry about that. However, they worked amazingly. I slept so well that night - better than I have in a few months. So, thank you - a thousand times over.

Are you sure that I can't-

Expect a post (by owl) either today or tomorrow.

I'm not feeling very well this morning. Harry The baby is kicking up a storm and I'm having these pains in my back. Perhaps I've done too much lately. Been on my feet too long the last day or two. The Healer did say that I need to take it easier towards the end. I guess I didn't listen very well, did I?

Private to Severus:
Severus... I hate to bother you, especially if you're busy lately, but I have a favour to ask of you. I'm not allowed to brew much during the last few weeks and days before the baby arrives, so I was wondering if I could bother you for both a calming draught and a sleeping potion. The baby is kicking a bit and I believe I'm having those fake contractions, so sleeping is becoming increasingly difficult. The only thing, however, is that it cannot be so strong that I cannot wake up should the baby decide to come early. So you could either dilute the potion or half the ingredients instead? I know you know how to do it, too, so I won't harp on any longer.

Also...I miss you. Would you like to stop by for lunch in the coming days?

My sister gave birth to a baby boy today. Mum phoned early in the morning, saying Petunia went into labour. We went down to the hospital, expecting her to be further along, but it took hours. The baby was breached and so big that it was a hard labour for her. By the time it was all over - some sixteen hours later, she gave birth to a very healthy boy who weighed nearly nine pounds!

I can't sleep.

To whoever sent the chocolate on Easter: I love you!

I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but ever since Sunday morning, I have eaten four out of the nine large chocolate eggs and bunnies that were sent on Easter. They were exactly what I needed. Or maybe that's the sugar talking, but it really doesn't matter. My feet may be swollen and I may have to go to the bathroom more frequently than I'd like, but at least my little bunny or egg is waiting for me when I get back!

100 days...


Give or take a few.

Sirius Black! I need you to get over here immediately or else you'll miss the biggest thrill of your life!

Private to Friends:
Why does it only kick when I finally lay down to sleep? I love feeling him/her, but...really. This has been going on for several days now and I cannot sleep!

Wherever you are, James, I need you to come home now!

Private to James:
Two days without getting sick. Should I knock on wood in case I've now jinxed it or do you think this morning sickness is finally over with? Also, I think we should tell everyone soon. My clothes are getting tighter now and there's definitely a bump showing now. We can't hide it much longer.

Private to Severus:
No need to mask what you're cooking from now on. I think I've gotten over that morning sickness since it's been a couple days since I was last sick to my stomach.

I've had a song in my head all day and cannot get rid of it. Even listening to several different kinds of records hasn't gotten rid of it! Were it not such a sweet song, I think I'd go completely mental. Goodness knows, I'm likely driving James insane with it.

Private - only James can read
Another Healer's appointment tomorrow. Though I'm apprehensive still about having a baby right now, I would be lying straight through my teeth if I said I wasn't excited about the possibility of hearing a heartbeat. They said it might be possible tomorrow!

Also, thank you, Mister Pepperoni Pizza Smell! I almost made it through the day without getting sick. Almost. There were just a few more hours to go before it was Friday. Unfortunately, it looks like this awful morning sickness is sticking around a little longer. I'm so tired of making a mad dash to the bathroom and becoming reacquainted with everything I've eaten. It's really aggravating, especially when I'm out and about or visiting someone.

The good news, however, is that this morning sickness is only supposed to last another week (or two, depending on the baby's development). When it's finally gone, I'm eating the largest cheeseburger, with all the toppings, I can find.

Private to Herself - though James can read and respond:

Ten weeks. Two and a half months. I can't believe it...