Journal of the Genius's Daughter

Stargate Atlantis

By Teenangel

Summary: The words of a certain scientist's daughter about her life on Atlantis.

Note: This is assuming they're never able to contact Earth. Don't expect a concrete plot or explanations; this is a journal so the character wouldn't assume she'd have to put in the duh stuff. Being that I am not a doctor or a medical persons or a mechanic some things may be incorrect, forgive me.

I only mention the year once, unless it changes.

Disclaimer: Me poor college student using time poorly, me broke ug. Don't sue me, waste of time.

February 14th Yes, the dreadful valentine's day

Again, what is it with these damn traditions? Everyone is getting all gooey, even my parents, and I just can't take all the love! These damn hormones are making me all weepy when I see it. And they keep playing that damn song over the city's PA system: "can you feel the love tonight…" ahhhhhhhhhhh! Yes, I feel the love! And the hormones of pregnancy, which is the result of love! Damn the love, it makes things so complicated.

Yes, I'm gonna be one of those grouchy pregnant women. I am not gonna prance around all happy and large glowing like an angel. I think Kevin's realized this, because he's been trying everything under the sun to make me calm down—and I mean EVERYTHING! (Hey, I'm already pregnant, what harm could there be).

Damn Kate, I can't believe I actually write this stuff to you. But seeing as you're the only person that looks at me the same no matter how much you know about me (and how much it may confirm the suspicion of my insanity) I cannot find a reason not to.

Honestly, how insane might I be? Does sitting upside down in the chair, looking at you from a floor point of view during our sessions, make you question anything about my state of mind? And how I can stay like that with out blood rushing to my head? (You need to get a new chair, because that one is soooooo not comfortable.)

This being pregnant thing is weird, and, seeing as I'm not even two months, it's almost surreal. But there are many perks: Dad's all nice around me, he won't even argue anymore, but he's also being paranoid about a lot ("No you can't work on that it's dangerous" "No, no don't touch that, stand on the other side of the room"); Mom of course is being abnormally cute about it; Shemp is being—oddly enough—really friendly since he found out.

It wasn't a reaction I was planning on with him. Nice I could understand, everyone is going to be really nice to me for the next few months, but friendly was just bizarre. The tension between us, those years of competition and torture, have suddenly dissipated. Now, we're left standing like adults, oddly connected by our past and what ever the future might be.

And what will the future be? Pink or Blue? Oh, crap…I got to pick a name, what fun.

February 28th

The name game is staying on the low. Kev and I want it to be a surprise when the baby is born, not even you can know what we've picked out. They're really good names; there's a nice ring to them.

Okay, I'm being cheap today.

Cheers.