I'm unsure if we can do this, little man is crying more and more. I know babies cry, but...I just can't handle hearing him do it, which makes me feel the hunger and makes me weaker every day. I do not like feeling this way. However, they are my family now, I'm not going to leave her, I just...need to kill something, the hunger is louder then it's been for awhile.
I think I just went onto labor. I really, really don't want to go to some turn of the century hospital where the doctors deliver babies without washing their hands after dissecting corpses and die of child-bed fever.
Now this is bloody brilliant. Welcome home! It's almost home anyway. I love Europe, even in this rubble, with the bloody mutes. What is going on there? Muggles really shouldn't speak anyway.