September 5th - Morning eventually arrives, along with unpleasant memories of previous night. Have no intention of broaching subject of Children with Hermione, after her inexplicable decision not to inform me of the fact that she is Expecting. Can only hope that she mentions it before the Birth.
Descend to Breakfast in very black frame of mind, to find entire female staff twittering in delight over small item of knitwear produced by my own dear Wife. Think it Odd that she proceeds to wrap it in stout brown paper and attach it to leg of post-owl, but ways of Women are undoubtedly most Mysterious.
Consume porridge and coffee but feel that they may as well have been wormwood and fluxweed, such is my frame of mind.
Until Poppy asks if I have seen the Utterly Darling Cardie that dear Hermione has knitted for recently-produced Potter offspring, strangely named Hogsmeade.
All becomes Clear, and am much relieved at reprieve from immediate fatherhood; wax lyrical on subject of Naming Babies after place of Conception - can only assume that this strange habit is derived from Muggles - before Hermione appears and asks Why I am acting so Weird Today?
Am compelled to tell her exactly what has been on my mind since last night, at which she laughs heartily and remarks that At Least she doesn't have That to worry about Just Yet.
Am extremely glad to hear it.