Start spreading the news....
Character: Debi, Snitch, Jane Status: complete
Debi hit send, waited for the "Your mail has been sent" box to appear and leaned back in her desk chair. She'd just e-mailed her sister Cathy about her pregnancy, with strict instructions not to tell Mum until after she'd gotten the long, newsy letter and St. Patrick's Day card that just happened to mention in one of the later paragraphs that she would be getting another grandchild in August. Mum had been fine during the wedding and engagement, but she'd been suspicious of Debi's English friends ever since Remus had sent her a letter via albatross post over Thanksgiving two years ago. If anyone could put a damper on her happiness, it was her mother, and Debi trusted Cathy to soothe Mum if she went on some tear about Debi being too young to have a baby, or Dawn freaked out about how unfair it was that Debi had the money AND the doctor husband AND the family's second grandchild.
"The longer I can keep her calm, the better we'll all be. Won't we, girl?" She tossed Snitch a doggie treat and sipped at the raspberry leaf tea Healer Abramowitz had recommended. It tasted pretty vile, but it was supposed to tone the uterus and round ligaments, and since she was starting to feel the occasional twinge from her lower abdomen, she'd dumped in two teaspoons of honey and been a good girl.
She'd also gone shopping during her vacation. Debi smiled to herself and patted the barely-there bulge as she thought of the loose, floaty, tropical dresses she'd bought during a shopping expedition at the resort. They would be cool and comfortable for summer, which all the books assured her was a lousy time to be pregnant, and the bright colors would be a nice change from her usual serious London wardrobe.
The tea was cold, and she gave up and dumped the last inch into a potted plant. Jane flew soundlessly to her chair at a soft whistle, and five minutes later was winging her way north with two important letters.
Debi yawned and shut off the computer. It was time for another nap, after she'd used the toilet again. "I can't wait for the second trimester," she murmured. "This peeing twenty times a day thing had better stop soon."