I think being pregnant's a pretty good excuse not to update this, eh? Mind you, I've been busy ever since Madame Bones let me off for a bit.

Mum tried to teach me how to knit. Of course, no success. And no, don't ask why I got that silly idea in my head. I dunno, I just wanted something to do, I suppose. Really, with a baby on the way, what's more useful than knowing how to knit?

I'm getting awfully impatient. Well, not impatient, exactly, just... eager. For the baby to come, of course.

ehehe, and what a lovely Christmas present she'll be! Though I hope she comes before that, though. Next week. Oh dear, sometime next week...

Can't sleep.

Not that I'm not sleepy. I'm bloody exhausted, but I can't physically sleep.

I guess that makes sense, I dunno.

Where did my strawberries go? I could have sworn I sent Remus for some yesterday and now they're all gone and I wouldn't mind a few right now before I go to bed but they've vanished.

Hmmph.

I hate this. My nose is really, really stuffed. It's like I have a really bad cold... except I don't! Not to mention I've been sweating a lot, which is really disgusting, cos it's just for no reason cos it's not like it's that warm at HQ. Okay, it's not a lot, but it's a lot more than usual.

Speaking of the weather at HQ... we've been having all these terrible storms since all the talk about Fudge began, and I'm not quite sure if that means that Magical Maintenance disapproves of him too, or if they're just after more pay like the time last year we had all those hurricanes. At least this year they have more variety. Yesterday we had a snow storm, and today we had a sand storm, which I've never seen before.

Remus Only

Sonia says I'm fine, though, cos I'm supposed to feel this icky. She also said something else... though it's your choice if you'd like to know now or later. Just know that I know something you don't.

Oh yes, and make sure you're not doing anything next Thrusday, love.

I've taken the wolfie (thank you very much, Sirius) with me to work and it sits here smiling at me as I work. Or rather, listen to arguments about who's fit to take over Fudge's job. At least we all agree that Fudge isn't fit to be Minister anymore. (Not that everyone says it that plainly. Some people just look apologetic and say that they think Fudge could use improvement. Very few Aurors do that, thank Merlin.)

Hmm, I have an appointment with my Healer again at the end of this week. Want to come along, Remus? We could go shopping right after, how's that sound?

I don't like this.

I don't like not being able to fit into all my nice clothes.

Once upon a time, every last pair of trousers fit me like gloves, but now! They don't even close! Once! Once also, I had a waist! And yes, shopping for new clothes that actually fit me now has been fun, but... I just miss my old things.

This is sort of odd though... I'm a bit used to it, but... it's just odd that for once I have no control over what's happening to my body and how it's changing...

I think I'll cuddle up with the wolfie now and go to bed.

I love being lazy.

I like my job (most of the time... used to love it, but I've complained enough about that) but it's very nice to just lounge around at home with my kitten and my husband.

Anyway... I'm not too keen on going back to work just yet. I've found out in the last few days that Aurors don't have the best sense of humor.

A few days ago we got a copy of an owl that Draco Malfoy wrote to his father. The people that screen the Azkaban owls thought we ought to have a look at it cos it had an interesting line in it that read: "Mother had tea with a certain one of her relatives last week. The pregnancy is going well."

Bloody.hell.

Kingsley started it all, as ONE joke, cos since everyone knows I'm pregnant and related to the Malfoys (ugh. Ta, Mum.) he was all: "Oi, Tonks! How's your Auntie Malfoy?" 'Course, we all had a good laugh, then they started making jokes about whether she wasn't too angry with me for putting my uncle in jail, and I even laughed a bit at that those. But they couldn't stop there. That was Wednesday (? I dunno, I lose track of days easily), and for the rest of the week, someone STILL asked how the Malfoys were. S'NOT FUNNY ANYMORE! I swear, if anyone says that to me on Monday I'll hex them into oblivion, cos it's enough that I KNOW I'm related to them, and that I hate it. I KNOW! I don't need to be reminded every bloody day!

BLOODY FUCKING HELL!!!

They... they are both so LUCKY that I can't... that I don't have the bloody heart to hex them to oblivion, COS I BLOODY SHOULD!!

Right... took my lunch at about 3 (I WAS BEING OBEDIENT AND FILING THEIR GREENGRASS CRAP!!) and I though I'd go see Sonia and ask her politely to please owl Madam Bones and tell her it was all right to go about doing my job. SHE BLOODY AGREES WITH HER!! Said it was too dangerous for me to be out in my condition.. for shit's sake!! Then she said Mum owled her asking her to "help keep me safe!" I'M FINE!! BUT NOOOOOO!! THEY WON'T LET ME GO ABOUT DOING MY PROPER JOB!!

So now I have to sit at this desk and pretend to be cheerful with doing this filing paperwork shite 'til the baby's born.

FANBLOODYTASTIC!! THANKS SO MUCH, MOTHER!!


...OW!!!

It begins.

Bloody... if I'd known this was going to happen, I would have kept my bloody mouth shut 'til I was too fat to sit at my desk! And yeah, my Healer did say I should tell Madam Bones about the baby now cos I had a dangerous job, but honestly! What am I supposed to do now!?

Kingsley didn't send me with the first batch of Aurors to the Greengrass estate 'cos he said I looked exhausted. Which I was, to be honest. But! He promised he'd let me go to any other raid/investigation/whatever! I just had to choose yesterday to tell Madam Bones I was pregnant. I mean... yeah, she wasn't angry about it but she demanded I stay at my desk from now until... whenever... and... GAH!

Maybe if I have Sonia owl her, saying it's perfectly all right for me to change... cos it is! I'm fine! I still change my hair's colour even if I am leaving the same colour on for the whole day... and I'm fine!

hmmph...!

Ha.

You all think the Prophet's bad? We're getting loads of owls here at headquarters, all ranging from "Wonderful job!" to, "You're all bloody mad." You know, those are usually followed by complaints of how awful the Ministry is and whatnot.

By the way, I don't think I've ever paid this much attention to the Prophet.


Healer appointment last week... don't think Remus is too happy with the erm... observations Sonia wants to make on me and the baby. S'not like either one of us'll be hurt...

My poor Remus...

I have half a mind to tell Sonia to forget the whole thing.

Merlin!!

eeeeee, I've never been happier! Allright, maybe my wedding night, but still!

I used to have dreams about something like this happening. When I was really young... about eight, I'd dream that Sirius'd tap on my window one night and he'd be on his motorbike and he'd tell me that none of it was true, that he was innocent and wouldn't I go for a ride? That made the dream loads worse, though, cos Mum never let me anywhere near the motorbike.

Anyway!

Wednesday was brilliant! Went straight to Mum and Dad's house, had a lovely dinner and then tea and cake 'till we were stuffed. Honestly, never seen Mum happier. It was like my eighth birthday party again, but loads better!

Ah yes, and Lucius Malfoy'll have a long stay in Azkaban.

Anyway, Kingsley let me have the day yesterday, said I looked exhausted.

[Private to Remus]

By the way, love, I have an appointment with my healer sometime next week... I'm not really sure about the date... think it's Monday... yeah, probably Monday. You know, just in case you want to come along...

Did you know there haven't been a lot of pregnant Metamorphmagi? 'Course... s'not like there've been loads of us, but... well, anway, the first time I went the healer said she wanted to see me erm... more often cos... yeah, apparantly there isn't much on the subject of pregnant Metamorphmagi. You don't have to come to all of them... I actually think I missed an appointment last week cos of the trials and all.


Right. Hope that didn't sound like she'd be doing experiments... sort of, but that's what Sonia said. Well she said she just wanted to see how my changing affected the baby, or if the baby'd affect my changing.

Bloody hell! I knew having Friday off wasn't such a good idea. Still need to talk to Madam Bones and ask about that whole... maternity thing...