It has finally gotten to the point where I'm cold enough and big-bellied enough to have had to buy new clothes. My pregnancy has, at least, been relatively kind as far as morning-sickness and the like, but my frame is too small for anything to look remotely 'normal' on me.

Now I'm stuck wearing shoes. What joy. Aanson seems to think that the clothing works well enough, and he is amused as ever as my figure grows and expands to accommodate this extra life inside of me. I still practice my breathing and meditation, and this seems to help keep my emotions in check. Though I have begun to fly off the handle over small things.

The little Tiress called Twig has become something of a joy in my life. I enjoy watching her and listening to her coo and chirrup her way through life. I think I shall speak to Aanson about her. I would like to be able to keep a better eye on the little dear...