Hello, everyone. My name is Snow White. You can also call me Mary Margaret if you wish. I was told there are likely people I know here.
How's Neal been doing since the weekend?
Tomorrow, we head into the fray. What do you say we get together tonight, play some cards and drink a little (but not to much that we're impared for tomorrow).MARY MARGARET BLANCHARD:
Keep Bae safe for me. Don't let anything happen to him.BAELFIRE:
Hey kiddo. By now you've probably seen that I'm going to help them out tomorrow. Can you do something for me?
We are so, so sorry.
I don't suppose any of you would be able to find a set of knitting needles and some yarn, and bring it to me in medical. I'm allowed to have visitors, I'm told, and would dearly love the opportunity to keep my hands busy while doing so.
Otherwise, I hope everyone is feeling better?
Shepard, thank you. I don't know what would have happened to me if you hadn't taken me to Medical. That I didn't lose the baby is a miracle, and I can only think that part of the reason why is you moving so quickly to help me.
I've always wanted children. Pregnancy is supposed to be a lovely time in one's life. A miracle of nature, a time of joy.
It's not. It's horrible. I cry all the time, a few days ago I started getting nauseous before lunch and it doesn't end for hours. I spend more time in the ladies room than I do anywhere else, and anything I eat just comes back up.
And I miss Gilbert and this is not my home.
I feel terrible. Or I will.
A few days ago I started gettjng very, very nauseous in the afternoons. Is there anything you can give me to help?