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[June the 2nd] |
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Does everyone get awestruck when their kid is born? Or is it only some people? Is it normal for a person to be happy that they have a kid, but aren't thinking deep thoughts about the meaning of life and the universe?
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[May the 13th] |
I'm at mum's.
She wants to throw you a baby shower.
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[April the 24th] |
private to self:
I think it would be easier to throw everything into the bin and buy all new things for when the kid comes along. Everything I see looks to me like a potential choking hazard or a strangulation risk. And Jackpot! One pounce from him and the kid is dead. I don't want to give up my dog. I love my dog. He is mine.
I'm so not ready for this right now.
And I don't even have Quidditch, proper Quidditch to take my mind off of it anymore.
I had a cigarette this morning when I took the dog for a walk and I hope Katie won't be able to smell my guilt. She smells everything anymore.
/private
I don't celebrate Easter since I'm not a Christian, but my mum likes to cook and have a dinner for it anyway. She's making lamb. Now that I live with sheep, I don't think I can eat lamb anymore.
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[April the 7th] |
Food tastes different. I can smell things stronger. I can't stop chewing on the chord of my sweatshirt.
On the plus side, that awful bugs-crawling-under-the-skin sensation is gone and I feel like I'm giving 120% in training instead of my usual 110%.
In about an hour it will be exactly 9 days since I had a cigarette.
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[March the 28th] |
If I knew how tough it was going to be to quit smoking, I never would have started. Yeah, I know I never should have started in the first place, so don't even bother saying that. I was seventeen at the time. People do dumb things when they're seventeen and trying to impress sexy older birds.
I go a day and then I have one again because I can't take the way it feels like I have beetles crawling under my skin. When the fuck is someone going to invest a potion for this shit?
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[March the 16th] |
Since all of wizarding Britain (the Quidditch fans, anyway) now know that I got Katie up the duff, people have been treating me oddly. Some people (mostly youngish females) have taken a stronger liking to me, since I guess having a pregnant girlfriend is sexy. Some others (mostly older females) have started calling me a dirty scoundrel and saying I need to make an honest woman out of her. And the blokes... they are kind of looking at me with a mix of pity and smugness. I don't think being a dad is going to be the end of the world. I don't think things can stay the way they've been either though.
My mum's been telling me that I should quit smoking for the little tyke, since it won't be good for the lungs and he/she is probably going to look up to me and might start smoking too. So I'm going to try to quit after St Patrick's Day.
I hope it's a boy, and that Katie doesn't give the kid some Irish name that I can't pronounce or spell.
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[February the 25th] |
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Saw a bird walking around in a shirt that said "Make me juicy, Adrian Pucey." I haven't laughed so hard in weeks.
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