Entry VI (Month 6)
My stomach's so big I can't see my feet anymore. Haymitch won't let me forget it. Sometimes I forget about my growing width and I knock things over- a vase, the coat rack, sacks of flour... I can't seem to live that down either.
Peeta's been occupying himself with turning one of the spare bedrooms into a nursery. He's painting a lot, and I think he's even building a rocking chair. I'm not entirely sure because I'm not allowed to see anything yet; it's supposed to be a surprise. I don't complain.
The midwife says everything looks "excellent." Excellent. That's her favorite word, I think.
She also says I'm moving into the third and final stage of this pregnancy. I still can't decide how I feel about that
