Hello guys, um not much to say today.

Not being able to see your feet in the shower is a small price to pay. I mean compare that to the joy of feeling your child move inside you, I think I'd rather choose the latter.

The first time the baby kicked I was in the bath. It had been a particularly stressful day and I'd needed the comfort of the warm water to un-knot my muscles and help them relax. The suddenly I'd felt a ripple in my belly that took my breath away. I'd pressed my hand to my abdomen and sure enough, there it was. "Rory" I'd shouted and he had rushed up, probably expecting to find me lying dead on the floor. "Press there," I'd said, guiding his hand to my abdomen. I'd pressed my had next to his and there it was. Our baby moving, a slow, lazy roll.

I realise I'd got it wrong, that when I thought I'd miscarried I was four months pregnant - I'd miscalculated because of my small stature - so now, two months later, I'm six months. I'm not a very big person and my protruding belly is enormous, I feel like a beached whale.

I'm also hormonal, which means I snap at anyone who gets too close. I actually have to sleep on the sofa because I don't want to bother Rory when he has to get up early. I snap at everyone. I snap at my doctor who tells me there is still three moths to go, I snap at my sister who is only asking if I need anything. I don't see my mother at all and wonder where she is.

Right now me and Rory are late for an ultrasound. He is rushing around trying to find his keys and I'm complaining, as usual.

"Rory, we are going to be late, hurry the hell up!" I snap, tapping my foot impatiently.

"I'm coming sweetheart," he says sarcastically and at that name I bristle. Nobody calls me that, Never. That's my sister's nickname - not mine.

"You know what Rory? Forget the bloody car keys," I snap, really fed-up now, "I'm so bloody big that I can just bloody roll to the hospital and you can bloody push me!"

"Whoa, Prim, Calm down. Relaaaaaax," he says soothingly, forgetting the keys and coming over to hug me. I giggle a little at his tone, "You sound like my Capitol psychiatrist."

"Well you know, that's kinda what I was going for," he whispers and leans in for a kiss. I lean in too but just as our lips are about to meet - our noses bang together. I sigh and pull him out the door, "Come on," I say and we both run out to the car.

"Oh my gosh there it is," coos Rory, we have just left the hospital and are now standing in the car park. I bob up and down, thinking that I'd much rather be in the warmth of the car than in a sooty car park on a cold February afternoon.

"Rorrryy, come on, you can look at it at home," I moan but Rory doesn't budge, still bent over the ultrasound picture that the hospital has given us. They have given us a bundle of copies, for the list of people that I'm going to send them too:

Finnick

Katniss and Peeta

Mother

Hazelle

Kathryn

Haymitch and Effie

And that means there will be two left over for me and Rory. One will go framed on the wall and the other will go into my Trinkets box.

When we finally get home we are only in there for no less than 5 minutes when the doorbell rings. I open it and find Haymitch standing on our doorstep, freezing to death.

"Well come on Sweetheart, let me in!" he grunts and barges past me. Again with the calling me sweetheart, what is it with these men?

Rory comes into the hall and I mouth over Haymitch's head, "Get him a drink ," he disappears into the kitchen.

"So Haymitch, what brings you here?" I say cheerily, trying to lighten the dark atmosphere.

"I had to get away from Miss Capitol over there. God, she is so annoying! I mean how many table napkins does that woman need for one meal ? And don't ever get me started on her candlestick holders. They have to match the designs on the table cloth apparently. I mean who even looks at the bloody candlesticks - no I've got a better one than that. Who even uses Candles ?"

Wow, someone definitely needs that drink. I can sympathize with him about Effie though, she's obsessed to the point of needing serious therapy for OCD. I direct Haymitch through to the living room, although I have no idea what I'm going to talk to him about though. Maybe I'll just get him drunk so I don't need to say anything and can just deliver him back to Effie.

I sit him down and Rory comes into view with a bottle of liquor and a glass. I can't drink because I'm pregnant and Rory doesn't drink.

I offer a glass to Haymitch but he dismisses it with a wave of his hand, "Sorry but the Witch next door has made me promise not to drink anymore, and I better stick to it. Don't want to give her another excuse to have a go at me."

Huh this is going to be harder than I thought. How the hell am I going to get Haymitch to leave if he won't drink? But I needn't have worried, after half an hour of grumbling about Effie, he leaves. I won't take his grumbles to heart. He loves her. I can see it as plainly as I can see Rory's eyes are grey. Haymitch might as well tattoo her name across his forehead. When anyone outside our close little circle says something nasty about Effie, he's right in the other guys face, threatening him like hell. It's quite entertaining. Neither of them wanting to admit that they love each other but neither wanting to do something without the other.

Later that night me and Rory are lying in absolute silence next to each other. If we listen carefully then we can hear Effie and Haymitch talking next door. It's muffled but then there I laughing and then something that sounds like the groaning of bedsprings ….. Okay I've had enough. I turn over and pull the pillow over my head.

"What's up Prim ?" Rory asks innocently, "Can't handle the love?"

"Not when it's Haymitch and Effie," I groan and curl myself in tighter.

I hear Rory fit in beside me and he leans in to kiss my neck. But just at that moment my shoulder blade jerks back catching him on the chin. "Ow!" he exclaims.

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry," I say, sitting up. Rory just shakes his head and pulls me into him. I melt into him, lying back down, Only one emotion running through my head.

"Prim," Rory whispers, "How did you ever get pregnant ?" he sighs.

It clicks at what he's getting at and I laugh a little, "Rory, that is an excellent question," And eventually we fall asleep, Rory's last comment ringing in my ears.

It is a crisp February morning and frost seems to have covered everything including myself. I woke up this morning to find a white ghost staring back at me in the mirror.

"Morning," I say to Rory as I dump his bowl of porridge in front of him. He just grunts in reply - he's late this morning.

"Well fine, be like that," I say indignantly and start cleaning the porridge pot. I feel quite grumpy myself this morning actually. I feel like I am about to burst, my stomach stretched as far as it will go.

Rory leaves for work in a flurry so it's left up to me to tidy up his mess , I start to whine and then I realise that I'm doing it. I hate whining. It makes you sound like a spoiled brat.

I have just gotten dressed and am about to head out for a walk when the doorbell rings, I sigh- because no doubt it will take me ages to get rid of the person- and go answer it. The person on the doorstep… I can't describe how I feel about them. One thousand emotions run through my head, I can't describe it. A thousand images run through my head. Images I do not care to remember. Images that scare me. Images that still make me cower in the corner of the house sometimes. But although my thoughts are in turmoil on the inside, my voice sounds steady when I whisper:

"Gale?"

HI um not much to say. I keep getting some really nice reviews so thanks a bunch for that !