|nonskid (nonskid) wrote,|
@ 2011-08-14 14:33:00
December 16th, 1999
I'm so thrilled: I just discovered I'm pregnant!
I haven't had my period for the past couple of months, but thought nothing of it because I've never been exactly regular; this time, though, I felt there was something else going on and decided to go to St Mungo's for a check up. The Healer's beaming face was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes from my silent prayer that I really was pregnant. I didn't want to know the sex, though, I want it to be a surprise for me as well.
Where does this enthusiasm to become a mother come from? I don't even know, I just know that it feels right and despite my young age I feel ready to have a baby.
This is going to be a great Christmas present, I can't wait to see Ron's and everybody's face when I tell them.
December 25/26th, 1999
Christmas day at the Weasleys has been awesome.
Molly, Arthur and their big family have been fantastic as always, they welcomed my parents like long lost relatives and made them feel at home despite the obvious fascination and disbelief of my parents towards anything magic. Oh, Arthur talked my father's ear off asking to tell him everything of the Muggle world, from computers to airplanes to sports to rubber ducks, even.
Highlight of the day was when I gave my late present at lunch instead of the morning when we all exchanged presents: I almost winced when my mother, Ginny, Molly, Fleur and Angelina squealed after my announcement, while the men cheered and clapped, patting Ron's shoulder proudly. Ron's face was priceless! He was white as paper, even his freckles had faded out a bit, and was looking at me with his caring blue eyes wide as saucers, unable to close his mouth. It took me three attempts to call him back at present, but when he finally recovered he didn't know where to put his hands, already fearing to hurt me or the baby, poor thing. I was the one to hug him tightly and finally kiss him, whispering in his ear, "Merry Christmas, soon-to-be-Dad".
The secret is out, now Ron and I gotta spend the last months of peace we have left, as George and Harry pointed out, and decided to spend New Year's Eve in Paris, as cliché as it may sound.