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So... to anyone who knows anything about this whole pregnancy thing. The super tight stomach that I couldn't get even if I did about a billion sit-ups, and the lots and lots and lots of pressure... that's all normal, right?

I guess this means she trusts me to do my job on my own.

And just in time for things to get interesting...

Some guy just got out of his assignment in my Art History Appreciation class by claiming he was distracted by the (and I quote) "Outsiders who keep changing personalities every other day".

I think the locals may be getting smarter.

I was with Eliot. I was with Eliot and I had a mom. I was with Eliot, I had a mom, and I was a mom. What the

I said it before and I'll keep right on saying it. Sometimes I hate this place. I'm not a mom and I don't have kids and I'd never give up my job and this place needs to stop making me think I was and I did and I would!

At least I didn't miss the unveiling at the museum. So there's that.

But this place still sucks sometimes.

I didn't think I could get this amused by pointing a torch at my stomach.

Right. Whoever's been using the TARDIS console to make hot drinks, stop it. There's a machine in the library for all that, and it's perfectly good.

Well, I say perfectly good. It's not bad.

Well. I say not bad...

Anyway. Stop it. She doesn't like it.

Uh. Regulus? Is it me, or did you really kiss me with a certain word that will not be repeated in front of the children over your head last night?