Dearest Hab

Once again, for the weather up date. There is a sun is shining brightly today, but with a slight cloud cover, with a small chance of light showers in the late afternoon. (Just joking!) It's a happy sunny day at Godrics Hollow, while I am the size of the house that we are living in. In case you don't know, the Potter's house is slightly bigger than The Burrow – don't ask why – with a grand total of 7 floors over a floor span of 52 X 92 square meters. And as I said don't ask why they wanted a house so huge. Perhaps they wanted a large family. But anyways, I am sure that I am huger than that.

Well, I suppose that's normal because I am due next week. But I can barely move. If I get much bigger, they'll need to get a task-force of Medi-wizards to levitate me out of bed each morning. Either that, or deliver lily right here in this bed that I'm writing in. I really don't know how Harry manages to squeeze into bed each night. One night soon, possibly very soon! I'm going to breathe in and my stomach will just push him off the bed and onto the floor.

Mind you, Harry's been so good, these past few weeks. He's stayed home from work to help me look after myself and the house. He hired Dobby's son to do our main housework for 1 Galleon a week (Harry the house elf – yes dobby named his son after Harry – thought that was much too generous), while he helped me fix up the garden and such. What? I couldn't have my baby girl coming home to a scungy looking garden. Could I?

Although I am so excited at the prospect of having a daughter, I am scared at what might go wrong. I used to read those muggle magazines that Hermione used to read occasionally and they had all of those stories about how pregnancies failed and the babies came out with mental or physical disorders. I am just so scared that something like that would happen. It's so stupid of me though, because I know that wizards have more advanced ways of ensuring that the birth is controlled and that everything goes to plan, unlike the muggles that rely on machines.

Oh my god. I feel so much better now that I have written all of this down. Finally those daft muggles have figured out something useful to wizards.

Love, Ginny